elenaela

 It was like a tornado was touching down outside, only louder. I pressed my noise canceling headphones even tighter against the sides of my head. They weren’t helping much. Crashes, bangs, and booms filled the air. Mom and Dad hadn’t come home. They were still out there. Were they hiding in someone else’s basement? Were they safe? “Please God, please,” I whimpered, pressing my face into my knees. I’d heard the tornado warning sirens many times in my 13 years, but never in winter. Run to the basement, my parents always said. Hide until they text that everything is ok. There is food a water in the bas