It was a normal morning, doing chores like sweeping the floor, and watching mom make clothes for us. But what I hate is waking up and doing my chores, but instead I have to do work. It always smells horrible, when I eat my breakfast, the smell just comes in my mouth and destroys my appetite. Things are always coming in and out of my head, like if another dust storm comes, will we make it? Would the house take thousands of pounds of sand? I asked,” Mom, can I go to the hill and back to get things of my mind?” Mom replied back,” Sure come back to do the rest of your chores.” I kissed my mom on the cheek and headed out. I was half way there, and wondering if we could go to another state or country.
When I got there I sat down on the soft, prickly grass. I lied down and closed my eyes to rest them. I opened them up once again, and looked at the sky. It was blue and nice, when I sat back up I saw a dark cloud. I said,” Holy Crud, the dust storm is coming!!” I ran back as fast as I could, and each side of every house there’s a bell to ring when there’s a dust storm coming. So I rang the bell as hard as I could, and everyone heard and ran into there house as fast as they could. I saw people falling, kids getting scared. I ran into the house and I closed the door, then I got a chair and I put a chair under the doorknob so it won’t knock open the door. My parents closed everything up and put away their valuables away in a safe place. We all got underneath the table and tucked for cover. As the dust storm came, we closed our eyes and held for dear life.
As the storm hit us, the house raddled and the glass windows shattered to little tiny pieces. It was hard to breath and mom got her cloth to cover over my mouth and for dad to. She didn’t have one, but I felt like something bad was coming later in the day. When I breathe in, I can still feel dust, going into my mouth and getting stuck in my teeth as I grind them because of the pain. The pointy glass was near our knees. As the wind got stronger, more glass broke and got under our knees, and it felt like it was over for us, because the pain that it gave us. I could barley hear people screaming, and I got scared so mom squeezed me tighter, because I made a noise that only a mom knows. When it sounded like it was over I look up and everything was everywhere. I got up and looked at my knees, I dusted off the glass and I looked outside the window. I saw people also peaking out the window to see if it was over, and gladly it was over. I looked at my knees and they were bleeding. I had glass still in them so I sat down and I took them out.
As I looked at mom, she was still on the floor, I went to her and I asked,” Are you ok.” She replied,” I can’t breathe.” So I said,” Dad! She can breathe help me get her up.” Dad and me helped her up and I asked her,” Are you all right? Do you need to go to the Doctor?” She replied,” No, am fine.” * Mom whispered into dads ear*,”I have Pneumonia.” Dad said,” How do you know?” Mom replied,” I had it and I never told you guys, so you wouldn’t worry. But I was supposed to die along time ago, now today is the Day….Kill me. I want to die, not with this sickness but a quick death. Dad looked up at me and said,” Go outside.” I walked to the doorstep and looked at him, I saw a tier come down from his eye. He said,” Cover your ears.” I walked out with blood on me and I sat down on the wooden porch, and covered my ears. I heard a loud bang in the house and I got really scared. I ran inside to see my dad, has shot my mom. There was blood on his hands, and he started crying. I felt worthless now. As I looked I ran to the hill, and I dropped to the ground, and started crying. I said,” Why god!?!? Why did you let her die like this?!?! Why Now?!? Why Now?!?!
After 2 hours of being on the hill, I wiped my tiers away and I walked back. When I got there, he was cleaning up a bit . I saw that he put a blanket over her. I started to clean up the mess when I saw him cleaning by himself. I asked,” I want to move to California.” My dad replied,” When?” I replied,” Tomorrow.” I looked at him and he said,” Ok. Ill start packing at dawn. Dad and me wrapped the body, in cloth and carried her outside. I saw people looking at us, and I just looked away. Dad brought a shovel and dug a deep hole, as I looked for sticks to make a cross. When I found the sticks, he was done digging. Him and me rolled the body in the hole and buried the body. We said our prayers, and said one last thing. I said,” I love you and you will always be with me and my memories.” As I walked away and didn’t even hear what dad had to say because it was to sad for me to know that she really past away. When I went to the house I gathered up some off the light belongings, even stuff to remember mom by and put them in the back of the truck. Dad came back and got all the heavy stuff, and put them in the truck.
We slepted there for the night. In the morning i woke up, and dad was already ready for our big trip. So we headed out. My knees were still sore still because of the glass, so I just took every step slow. As I got into the truck I whispered,” Here we go, a new life.” As we drove, I looked back and kept on looking.