I desperately clung onto a telephone pole. Howling winds filled the air, blowing trees out of the ground. Recently, the weather had changed for the worst but nobody thought it would get this bad. Sand and soil stung my eyes. I watched as my house, with my parents in it, was lifted up into the sky. The wind started blowing the telephone pole that I was holding up into the tornado. I started crying. I was an orphan, about to die.
I couldn't hold on any longer. My hand was red and covered in blisters. I let go.
My life ended.