I had a thought... a feeling... Something was going to happen. And it wasn't good. I had a tornado in my head. Like something ripping up trees and houses. Was there going to be an erupting volcano? An earthquake? A tsunami?
What other kind of natural disaster could there be? A tornado in my head... Of course! A tornado! I yelled, "Mom, are there ever tornadoes in Oregon?" She said it was impossible. I was thinking about my feeling when -BAM!- the front door burst open.
It was my brother, Sam. Typical. He couldn't go anywhere without causing a ruckus. Absentmindedly, I walked into my closet and went through my secret candy stash. Nerds, Sour Patches, lollipops, and Fruit Roll-ups spilled out.
"Dinner time," called my mom. "Never mind, " I said to myself. I plodded down the stairs and ate my burrito in silence. I was so distracted, I ate my burrito from the bottom. But I was thinking. Thinking about the unavoidable catastrophe.
Tired, but unable to sleep anymore, I woke up. 6:00 a.m. said my alarm clock. It was a Monday, unfortunately. As I yawned and stretched, I thought about what I had to do in school. "Let's see, what do I have in school today?" I mumbled to myself. "Math, art, science, P.E., history, home ec., and ... nothing else!" I ate my breakfast, a piece of french toast. Mmm... I love french toast. It tastes so good!" I thought to myself.