Wildly the thick, rotten and orange leafs fly past my face as I sprinted as fast as a cheetah. Few minutes later small, wet drops of rain fall down to the ground and the windy air smelled of cinnamon. Soon I even got faster and faster, I was unstoppable, but then I fall down because when the rain fell down to the ground it made it slimy and slippery. I was going to be late for school. Suddenly a tunado appeared from nowhere. I was frozen. Then it was coming to me. Boom! Boom! The thunder shouted also the wind was pushing me forward to the gigantic, powerfull tunado!

Was This The End Of Me?