The Storm Of Worck

• Jaydan Weston, Grade 5b
• Short Story
• 2016

Today felt different, it didn’t feel lucky, bad or good, it felt like the world was going to end. Yeah right, like that was going to happen.
I was at school ready for everything but something was wrong, oh well better move along. I was in class doing my work ad than it was drawing time. I decided to draw a storm and at the end of drawing time, I just managed to sketch in a school. It was lunch, I was playing cricket, I threw the ball, than it blew away? Everyone was confused so we went to play handball. Again the same thing happened, I hit the ball and it flew away.
We were back in class, I was looking at the clouds, it got darker before my own eyes, the clouds looked as black as ash. I shivered, it was getting colder in summer.
I was looking at my work, it was moving. There I was sitting in the classroom, I looked out the window and so did the book. There was something in the sky coming from the clouds. Than I realised it was a tornado! I yelled, screamed, shouted and than everyone else was doing the same thing too, than it hit me. It was the book. I tried rubbing it out, but it was pen. I was thinking and said to myself, “think faster.” By this time it was about 200M away, than I ripped my book and it was over. I took a breath of relief, a rock hit my head and I was in bed. It was a dream or was it?