It was just like every other day in Kansas. There were eight wicked tornadoes tearing across the state. Block by block, the tornadoes shredded through houses, and sent citizens skidding down the street. I watched frantically as I tried to figure out what to do. As I ran in circles frightened for my life, I got nothing accomplished. With the windows rattling, I looked out and saw my barn fly by and take out the neighbor's kitchen. The tornados headed closer, and I decided to go hide under the covers on my bed. It was the safest place I could think of, and was going to wait it out. The sounds grew louder, and all of a sudden the whole house shook. All the walls were being ripped off and blown across the neighborhood. I tried to run away but was swept off my feet and tossed around in the air with the remaining parts of my house. I repeatidly got smacked around by debris as I flew through the air waiting for the painful impact. The ground was a few feet away, and i closed my eyes. Right as i was about to hit the ground, the couch swooped in and cushioned my landing. I was so grateful and fortunate for this opportunity. I stood up and walked away with the tornadoes trailing behind.
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