In the small town Elizabeth, Missouri with weather changing every day, it seemed like a normal day for jersey starting with dreary and gray skies but ended up that day alone, not knowing whether her family made it out of the storm. “No! I don’t want to! Go away,” Jersey yelled to her little sister, Marin. Marin kept bugging her about a dance move she learned to love from her dance class, the East Coast Swing. Jersey already being frustrated from the annoyance of her little sister, rolls her eyes and sarcastically answers her mother as they both leave not knowing how that evening was going to go. The sound of the tornado sirens started as she started cooking but it did not alarm her as much as you would think, her and many other have went
through many many drills during school preparing them for a bad storm but there was never a storm where they actually had to do the drills until this one, as the sound of the siren went on Jersey could hear the wind pick up and feel the house shake and out of cautiousness she went to the basement which was also her stepdad, Ronnie’s “Man Cave” she only had her phone and a few snacks she had grabbed from the kitchen before heading down to the basement. She waited down in the basement while the storm was happening all she heard was shouting, screaming, crying and glass breaking. Hours passed and at times she would go and see outside how bad the weather then Ronnie, her step-dad came acting paranoid and somewhat relief finding jersey but as soon as jersey started asking about marin and her mom he just completely ignored it but soon jersey started to worry more about them but understood that ronnie was trying to find somewhere to be safe for now so she tried to put it to the side until they found a hotel she asked him once again and he started explaining that they didn't make it through the storm and from that day forward it was not the same between them Jersey did her own thing and so did Ronnie until one weary morning Ronnie abruptly ran into the hotel while jersey was asleep and told her to just pack up everything and get ready to leave with her father's parents, who she hasn’t seen since she was a baby. She was furious from the idea. She arrives at their house and immediately is uncomfortable little kids cursing up a storm and her “Stepsisters” doesn’t even look at jersey as she in introduced the longer she stays there the more frustrated she gets on how unfair they treat her and eventually she gets into a big argument with her fathers other daughters and eventually leaves to her mother's side of the family in which reveal secrets from her mother and her father from when she was younger with her sister but as everything comes together she is finally happy
Tarshis communicates this as a terrifying storm. She supports this idea on page 7 where it states a giant boiling thunderstorm cloud was headed their way. Quickly the kids and grandma had went in the house and had huddled together. The storm was so thick that not even car lights could be seen.
what it looked like after the tornado struck up the street). More than 25 auto
On Monday morning, KayDe was at her school's career center when she noticed the weekly newsletter for the staff. "Freak dancing is ... obscene!" she read in Mr. Bennett's column. All dances were going to be called off, he had written, unless students came up with a plan to stop the freak dancing. "I couldn't believe that he was serious," KayDe says. "That's just how we dance—like my parents used to do the twist!" She and Kelley had been elected to plan the Sadie Hawkins dance in February, and if Mr.
Anna sees her own home on fire with her seven year old daughter inside, knowing that there was clearly no rescue, as the text says “Outside, my mother stood below my dark window and saw clearly that there was no rescue.” (pg. 6) So what does she do? Anna takes matters into her own hands. Anna tears off her own dress when it refused to get off, with the text stating “…so she finally tore it off and stood there in her pearls and stockings.” (pg. 7), climbs up the tree in just her underwear, and goes into the home to save her daughter. This shocked many of the people who were there at the time with the narrator saying, “There were plenty of people in the crowd and many who still remember, or think they do, my mother’s leap through the ice-dark air toward that thinnest extension…” (pg. 7) Anna then reaches the window and taps it with the friendliest tap, smiling at her daughter. To be able to read the situation and make a plan immediately like that, that’s extremely courageous since most people wouldn’t react as calmly as she did. It was like she never had a single moment of panic, as they are both saved in the
She had just made it to her hotel room and heard the explosion. Her and her mother looked out the window and seen the smoke but were unsure of what was going on. They went outside and then were quickly evacuated from their hotel. Smith explains spent hours without any luggage before they could return to their room. Finally, late that night they were able to go back to their hotel room. Her father and brother, back home in Lakeland, were so devastated; they almost jumped into the truck to drive the trip from Lakeland to Boston to get her and her mother says
I have just met the dance downstairs. My elder son has one of his best friends over, and he does not care that she is a girl and she does not care that he is a boy. But she is complaining that he is chasing her with the plastic spider and making her scream and he is grinning maniacally because that is just exactly the response he is looking for, and they are both having a great time. Two children raised in egalitarian households in the 1980s. Between them the floor already stretches, an ocean to cross before they can dance uneasily in one another's arms.
My mother tried to calm us down but all of her attempts were fruitless. Phoebe and Felicity started crying and so did Elias. I tried to calm them by saying that it was just someone who was hunting near by. I then run up to my mother to ask her if she thought that there really was a war starting, and without telling me a word, I knew that she was trying to show that the war was starting but I looked at her scared and worried face and I knew that I guessed correctly. The war had started. We just pretended that we never heard that bombing sound. We all kept working until 8:0...
I tried to start the car but it wouldn’t work. I turned my head again
Handling adversity is something that all people must do throughout their lives, but it is the ways in which individuals approach adversity that sets us apart. There are two contrasting ways in which you can respond to adversity: 1) you can either curl up into a ball and accept the outcome as it is 2) you can take control of the situation and work hard to make the resulting outcome in your favor. I faced adversity within sports when I was diagnosed with a physical disorder as a child.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
I held little hope for more than one or two local news stories, but opened Google, typed “Joplin Tornado,” and clicked “Search.” The words MONSTROUS TORNADO appeared.
Tiptoeing on the grimy, yellow-tiled pool deck with my caps goggles in hand, I felt a little uneasy with the new swimmers who just tried out and made the team. Standing in the corner with her arms crossed, there was this one new girl, Ann, who had the meanest look on her face. For nearly two years, I made sure to jump into a different lane than her every practice. Every swim meet she would walk around with the older girls and I did not dare to make eye contact with her. Our swim coach basically forced us into the same lane when we began to train for the same race. She was the only other girl in that lane so I had no other choice but to talk to her. One day she asked me if I had seen this funny video on Youtube and to my surprise, our conversation
Playing with fire is bad, they taught me. Problem is, it's fun. There's also the fact that if you tell a child not to do something, they will do it. It's just human nature to be curious, you can't take that away.
Wanting to follow my mother’s orders, I stayed quiet for what seemed like hours, hearing loud cracks from around my building, and far off
This story primarily focuses around a storm of epic proportions. This is solely non-fiction(made up, so it isn't real at all). The storm is a massive tornado outbreak(no,Grand island, NE, not you as the book business has covered you already). Instead, we focus our attention on Indian Falls, KS. The town is bustling commercially and industrially and has about 5000 residents living there, however this would change one winter day. December 9, 1989 dawned bright and clear across the city and many people wore summer clothes, which was unusual for a town so close to Colorado, whose high temperatures average about 42 degrees Fahrenheit this time of year. Temperatures that day ranged from the upper seventies to lower eighties and by the time people got off of work that afternoon, the sky was a bright, sunny blue and there were hardly no clouds in the sky. Enjoy the calm, because the story takes an epic turn for the worse. By 6PM that evening a cold front coupled with a dry line and a warm front to the north of town was creating thunderstorms that quickly became severe and, at first did not produce any tornadoes at all, but as the night went on, these storms, just 5 of them, would move over Kansas creating a string of 135 tornadoes. We turn now to the family of the story, the McGregor family. The family themselves were just about like everybody else, low or medium class and living in a four-bedroom house on the edge of town. First there was Don, a man in his late twenties, living with his own wife Sarah and their two kids, Connor and Jackson. Connor was seven, loved the color red and had brown hair and freckles. Jackson was five years old and had big hands and feet, blond hair, and he was me...