Thursday, 19 September 2013
I was siting down reading my book when all of a sudden the wind, which had started as a light breeze, started blowning violently. I pretended that nothing was happening but as quick as a boulder falling, pages were blowing past me. I woundered if I was heavy enough then suddenly I was hovering and then-blown away. It felt like a dream and I was clinging onto a street post in the middle of a tornado. Bicycles flew past. Would I ever survive to see if I could rescue my books?