It all happened less than an hour ago... And it was so fast, but it felt like eternity. It had been a normal day. Andrea spent the night, so I took a nap earlier to make up lost sleep. After that, I went to play the Sims 2 on my computer. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then it started pouring rain. Nothing strange, it's been doing that lately. But I heard this voice inside my head say to me, "Save your game... Something's coming..." Even now, I don't know who it was. But I listened and saved my game. Not two seconds after I did, I happened to look out the upstairs window to see many large tree branches fly across the yard. The lights flickered a couple of times, and I heard my mom yell that my trampoline had just flown across the yard in pieces. It's still out there, bars bent, net atangle. Anyway, after I saved my game, my mom yelled at me to get down there ASAP. I fell down the stairs, I was running so fast. My mom grabbed me and dragged me to the garage, where she made me help her lift the steps that block the entrance to the underground safety place. She held me, but she was no comfort. I really believe that I didn't blink once the whole time I was down there. All I could do was stare straight ahead, and plead with God inside my head to let us keep our house. All I could think about was how everything I had could be gone in a split second. My dad never did come down with us, he stayed sbove, trying to keep Misty (our black lab) calm because she wouldn't come down there with us. My mom talked to me like my dad was talking to miss me, telling me everything was going to be OK, but I didn't hear a single word she said. After Dad said it was OK to come back up, we did. He showed me where my trampoline lie in a pile, and I was almost sick because Andrea and I had played on it only 24 hours ago. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, so I told Mom I was oging to take a shower. I turned on the radio, but had to turn it off because they kept interrupting songs to inform us that there was a thunder storm advisory. So now here I am, telling you this story. My hands still shake. I'm not sure if this is permanent, but I'm scared of every last sudden noise. I don't talk much anymore, and when I do, it's barely above a mumble. My mom's driving my crazy, because she thinks I'm in my current state because she yelled at me earlier. I need some time alone, I don'tknow how soon I'll return.