Storm

Bright sunny day in Memphis, as billy goes out looking for his father. I told him he's out back in the shed. Billy runs out to ask his father if he could go to Annabelle's house. "No, I'm sorry billy but we gotta prepare for the upcoming storm, now go lockdown your room windows with this here wood", said his father. Angry with his father, billy runs off to his room. Two hours later, and the sky begins to darken, billy decides he's going to go to annabelle's house anyway. He packs what he thinks he will need, which was a raincoat, boats, and an emergency whistle my uncle gave to him 2 weeks ago. He then walked out to the shed, and told my uncle that I needed him for something. So he walked into the house looking for me. Meanwhile, billy grabbed his bike from the shed, and rode off to annabelle's house. Just shortly down the road. So, when my uncle found me, I told him I didn't need him, so he walked back out to the shed. Only to find the shed door open and one of the bike's missing. He calls out for billy, but gets no reply. Then the sound that shook my uncle, and made my heart skip a beat. BOOM!!, the hard roar of the thunder, from the dark clouds that circle above them. Meanwhile, billy pulled into annabelle's driveway, but he was freaked out by what he had saw. Annabelle's house was locked down, with boards covering every window. Out of the corner of billy's eye he see's annabelle and her mom packing things into their storage under the house. He goes over and asks annabelle if she wanted to play now. But her mother steps in, "No I'm sorry billy, but were preparing for the storm now, why aren't you at home~", she was interrupted by the sound of the thunder. After that there was nothing but silence, then suddenly they felt a hard breeze through the air. Then they looked down to see the leaves splattering everywhere. "Billy you need to go home NOW!!, GO RUN!!", she exclaimed. "C'mon annabelle ", she nudges annabelle into the storage under the house, then closes and locks the door. Billy so frightened, he forgets his bike and runs up the street as fast as he can, but his little legs weren't fast enough. The wind starts to blow harder and harder, the trees start to wave back and forth. He begins to cry as what seemed like hail, but heavy rain plowed down with such intensity. Bang after bang the thunder roars, and lightning bright enough to leave you stunned. He finally reaches his house to find all the windows sealed and locked besides his room. "Dad!! Andrew!! Help!", he stands there waiting for a reply, in fear he may not get one.Then suddenly he hears a faint voice calling him. alast, it was his father yelling from the second floor room window. "Hold on son, I'm coming!!" he begins to climb out of the window. While I try to pry the front doors open. Then out of nowhere billy hears another loud BOOM! of thunder. He is so frightened that immediately he ran into the shed an shut the door, "Billy!! come out of there!" his father said, but his voice was drained by the sound of the rain thrashing the ground, and booming thunder. While I'm still attempting to pry the front door open. Suddenly, a lightning bolt came down and struck a tree, and then the tree started to tip, just about to fall. And from the looks of it, the tree was tipping right above the shed. His eyes grew wide, and with no hesitation he hops off the roof, landing on the mud substance below. At least those were his intentions. Instead he landed on his feet, on the paved section of the drive way. A sharp pain traveled through his legs, but he is driven by the will to save his son. With his injured legs, he urgently tries to walk over to the shed knowing the dangers of his son. Billy sits petrified of what is happening. His father unable to walk, begins to crawl to the shed, but he had been to late. The lightning struck once again, knocking over the tree.....and destroying the shed. I finally pry the door open only to find the shed destroyed, and my uncle lying down with his face frozen. Face of disbelief, despair, and pure sadness, because from where he lay he could see the hand of his beloved 6 year-old son poking out from the debris. We cry, his son, and a boy I loved as a brother, is no more.