“What if he’s not fine, what if he’s dead, and what if he’s hurt? I heard a warm soft voice yell out.
“It doesn’t matter someone will come and dispose of it, it’s just a dog, just c’mon we have to go!” said a man with a raspy voice. -
It was a cold, rainy night, there was a severe hurricane coming into town. Everyone was scrambling around to prepare themselves for this hurricane. There was a rumor that this hurricane would be the vilest one in history. People were covering everything they have in their homes, stocking up on bottled water, some families with younger children were even getting ready to flee they’re homes. I barked and barked waiting for someone to come to me. My owner Eva was a teenage daughter of two loving parents and the sister of her older brother Jack. My family wasn’t fleeing our town. They were rapidly going in and out of the house, going to the market, covering up floors to make sure water didn’t get in, and buying candles and lighters for light.
The hurricane struck my hometown; water flooded the roads so high I could swim in it. It was frigid outside with a cold current blowing through the trees. My family’s basement got flooded and the …show more content…
I reached the bottom and could already feel water on my feet. I started jumping around in it; it was actually quite fun. All of a sudden out of the blue, I heard a loud thump along with windows breaking. I could hear the roof starting to deteriorate; I discovered a tree had fallen onto our house. Water started gushing in and everything was chaotic. We had to rush over to our polite, kind neighbors who graciously invited us to stay at their house, while ours was destroyed. However, I never saw a storm like this, so many things were being demolished. I jumped down our porch and was hit with a rush of water on the sidewalk; I was taken down the street, knocked out, and unable to fight the current…I can barely remember what had happened