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  • Hi my name is Kathern I'm  here to tell you my story. I had a great life, in the beginning. My parents always listened I had tons of friends, but that didn't last. All my friends left, me my parents stopped  listening, so I stopped trying to get them to lesson.  
  • My brother didn't make it any better he pretty much pertained like I didn´t exist, and I had no one to tell. I started getting bullied and my brother did nothing to stop it he even joined in. "Loser," "you suck," and "why were you even born."  I´ve  heard  it all  before. I still love him thought, my brother that is.
  • One day when I was sitting in class the radio came on, and it anownsted "there might be a tornado, so take cover do not run away!" But it wasn't happening yet so no one did anything. Latter in the day I got tripped by one of the bullies. It was bad enough that my parents and my brother had to come to the nurses office. They were not happy of course.
  • That's when it happened as my brother was scolding me for "interrupting" him. The sirens went off. My mom yelled, "Quick everyone we need to run away!" but I argued, "No the radio said to take cover!" "That's all fake!" my dad screamed and just like that we were out in the hallway. Time seemed to slow down as I sal a giant piece of debris hurdling towers my brother.
  • I yelled at him, "MOVE" he didn't hear me, I yelled agen "MOVE" he didn't hear me. It was getting closer inch by inch. I started sprinting towers him I was like Usain Bolt. I pushed my brother out of the way. The last thing I heard was a boom, then nothing just a sea of darkness.
  • It turns out I was in a coma for months, and when I finally came to all my family was there they all hugged me and said there sorry. But sadly that was just a dream a simple hallucination from my coma. This time when I came to I was in a graveyard. I sall my family grieving over a grave. when I got closer I sall it was my grave. Then a light appeared and the last thing I sall before getting inglothed in it was my weeping mother.
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