I arrive at school. A gust of strong foul wind nearly blows me down.
The nasty water is past my ankles. The trees are swaying violently.
It reminds me of the time I was in bed in Christchurch and there was an
earthquake.
The storm makes me feel like the fern-dark trees are going to
fall on me at any moment.
The sound of wind howling makes me feel like there is a ghost nearby.
Emma C
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