The Dome 2022

Hurricane Killer “Heavy winds and rain creep up on the east coast. Some experts say it will be one of the worst hurricanes in a few years.” says the news anchor.

I make my way back to my room to plan one of my favorite days of the year… hurricane day. As I enter my room I make my way straight for my dresser. In the top drawer, I have all you could need for a hurricane. Flashlights, candles, rain jackets, and a knife. Well, the knife isn’t just for hurricanes but I keep it there for good luck. I take all of my stuff out of the drawer and throw it on the ground. I pick up my phone and decide to call my friends to make sure we are all on the same page.

“You all ready Ricky?” I ask.

“Are you serious Clark? I am the real hurricane lover out of the two of us.”

“Oh please Ricky, you know you would wuss out in the big waves. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Fine you got me,” Ricky said, “But seriously are we going to meet up today or should we just wait for tomorrow?” asked Ricky.

“Let’s do it tomorrow, it’s getting late and the storm is starting to brew. See you in the morning.” I said.

I hung up the phone and made my way downstairs for dinner. As I reach the bottom my nose gets bombarded with my favorite smell, spaghetti. The night before every hurricane my mom decides to make her World Famous spaghetti. It is almost like a send-off meal for good luck and good health during the storm.

My mom has never been a fan of hurricanes so she always feels the need to over-prepare. My dad on the other hand… He is more like me. Hurricanes were his favorite too. So I usually go to him when I ask to go out in the storm. At dinner, my mom goes over all of my rules about tomorrow. Where to go, what to do and who to be with. And of course, to end off the meal, she tells the story of the hurricane killer. Apparently, some dude walks around in all yellow and kills people during a hurricane... I don’t know but for some reason, my mom deeply believes this story and continues to tell us.

I make my way back to the bedroom and decide to play some video games before bed. Usually, I play with Ricky but he’s not on so I guess I will just play with myself. The winds start to howl and I know the storm is almost here. I shut all of my windows and get into bed, excited for the day ahead of me.

I wake up with some water on me, “I must have just been sweating” I thought to myself, but no. I looked around my room to see puddles everywhere. “Ahhh I should have closed my dang windows,” I mumble, still half asleep. I hop out of bed and grab all the things I need before going out. The house was cold and dark. The only noises to be heard were: The wind, the rain, and the countless generators that scream all day long. I’m not lucky enough to have a generator so that is probably why I like hurricanes so much. A little stop in time, not having to worry about anything but survival. I arrived in the kitchen to see my mom and dad huddled next to our fireplace.

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