by
Melissa
he white waves are rolling and crashing. The water is rough and blue. As the waves smash into the rocks by the shore, the people in the car feel a twinge. The plastic flood wall is not holding out.The streets start to flood as the water comes rushing under the wall. The gray car drives along under the blue sky and just inches away from the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean. We are dealing with a hurricane. With every gust of the wind, the people in the car get more terrified. The wind is loud and high-pitched. The waves are rising nearly 50 ft. above the car. The people feel trapped. But what could they do? One can not think of anything but how frightend they are in the roaring of waves, the whistling of the wind, and the flooding of the street. The window of the car are steamed, but when the people touch them, they feel a cool, wet window. Why was the car driving so slowly? Again, the waves smash into the rocks, and the water shoots into the air. For a moment, the driver of the car is blinded. The water is getting rougher. the waves are shooting higher, and higher. Splashing, crashing. Smashing, high-pitched whistling. Those sounds remind the people too well theat they are in the middle of a hurricane and cannot get out.
The End
Story by: Melissa, age 10
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