I suddenly awoke.

I could hear the rain pelting against my window harder and harder by the minute.

2am. I sat upright on my bed, covered head to toe in my blanket with my teddy bear clutched in my arms. I stared out the window only too see rain , rain and more rain. The city I lived in didn’t have those fancy street lights. I couldn’t see the sky at all . A few more moments passed by before I heard the booming echo of thunder in the distance. I hope those people are okay. I stared at my family photo hanging on my bedroom wall. It’s a picture of me, my big brother and my parents. I’m the young daughter, 8 years old. Unfortunately , unlike the picture, I’m currently all alone. My brother is at his dorm In University or whatever you call it. My parents are overseas on work trips. I wish my brother took me with him to his dorm but I fell asleep too fast. I wonder how long this storm will last, I stared at the clock as it went tik-tok. I decided to get up from my bed to grab some my tissuebox that was sitting on the windowsill. Suddenly a bright flash of lightning appeared just outside my window. I let out a loud scream as I fell backwards only for no one to respond.

Thankfully my head hit the floor so hard that I fainted and started sleeping again. My big brother came to visit during the next morning and he found out that he needed to buy some chicken soup . I had caught a cold. “Ahhhhh - Achoo!”