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Personal Narrative: Trouble Begins At Night

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Trouble Begins at Night It was around 8:00 when it all started. I was sitting in my dorm room watching the weather. I was terrified. I started hailing. It was getting louder and louder every minute. When the storm started, I was extremely scared. I was by myself and had no way to contact people because my power was out and my phone was dead. Them I remembered that my friend Haleigh was in her dorm room. I decided to go and find her. When I found her we looked for her radio so we could listen to the news. Finally, we found it. Later, after we found the radio. We heard that there was a tornado coming straight towards us. We decided to take shelter by going into her bathroom where there were no windows. In about five minutes we heard a knock on the door. It was Kianna Hester, …show more content…

We kept looking and then we found her. She was in the closet trying to pick the lock with her nose. The reason she was trying to pick it with her nose was because her hands were stuck. We all started laughing at her. After we tried to find a way out, but there were trees and debris blocking our way out. So we made a plan Haleigh, Breanna, and I would try and find ways to get out. While Kianna and Allie would try and find things that we needed like water and food. We all met back up in the in Haleigh’s room. Kianna and Allie found all the things we needed. While Haleigh, Breanna, and I had no success. We decided to take a break and drink so water and have a snack. Finally we started going to every dorm room to see if anyone else was there. We had no luck. Everybody had gone to places for spring break. We all had decided not to so we could catch up on our studies and possibly get ahead. I guess we all made the wrong choice. Then we remembered that the lobby had phones. We split up into groups Breanna, Haleigh, and I then Kianna and Allie. We split up so we could go different ways and try to find a way to the

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