I woke up to the sound of sirens. Fire truck, police, even tornado….Since I live alone I ran outside to see a police car pull up to my house.
"You need to get out of here!" he screams at me
I scream over the sirens "why? What is happening?!"
He pulled me into the house "you have to pack up there's tornados heading this way. It's bigger than we have ever seen. Pack only what is necessary"
I ran up to my room and grabbed two duffle bags. One bag I threw clothes, necessary things (tooth brush, hair brush, etc.) The other bag I started throwing electronics, books, and other things I loved. I looked at my desk and saw the last picture of my family together. My little sister rose, my mother, Anna, and my father, Tim. A felt a tear run down my eye as I looked at the picture, remembering how the crazy person took their life.
"hurry up!' yelled the policemen.
I quickly grabbed the two duffle bags and my back pack. I stuffed food and drinks into the back pack. I ran into my living room, grabbed my keys and jumped into my truck out front. I was amazed like I always am by my navy blue GMC truck. Shifted it into gear and fallowed the cop car.
"Where are we going…" I whispered to myself.