The wind was rocking the bus like a leaf. How could such a small gust of wind basically pick up and turn a bus? Wait, correction. HUGE gust of wind that gave her the chills. Claira couldn’t believe her bus driver had left her in the bus! She had no way out. The emergency exits didn’t open, and the front door wouldn’t unlatch. Claira could tell that it was about 6:30 by the skies and the sun. It was dusty and windy outside. Oh no, thought Claira. It had been tornado season for about a month. Not now! Not today! Thought Claira. The wind was picking up now. If felt like the bus was gonna flip. Suddenly, the tornado siren. Fear and dread came over Claira like a dark, heavy wave. She could see it. The whirling cloud of dust. Destroying everything in its path, picking up lawn chairs, shredding houses. The bus yard wasn’t that far from the tornado. Claira screamed and banged on windows. But it was helpless. No one was coming for her. And she knew it. Her whole life flashed before her eyes. She was only 11! That’s too young. She was going to LA for the first time in 13 days. 11 years was nothing. She hasn’t lived yet! Like really lived. Suddenly a loud bang. Her mom stormed into her room. Her eyes opened. Her alarm clock her screaming at her. “Come on Claira” her mom said. “We are going to be late.” Claira was shaking, but relieved. Thank god she wasn’t actually left in a School Bus. That would like, totally suck.
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