1.) The hurricane was pretty cool. ~
My feet slipped against the soaked grass of my lawn as I desperately ran to get inside to safety, the wind swooped around and tried to coax me away from the front door by shoving me aside like a bully from elementary school. I finally grabbed the slippery metal handle of the door with my trembling fingers, and pulled myself inside onto the hard-wood floor that smelled like my old dog Ruffus. I crawled on my hands and feet in the darkness, searching for a safe place to curl up in to get away from the howling winds that tore at the roof of my helpless home. My heart pounded in my ears as I slid my rain-soaked self into the bath tub, and I pulled my knees to my face, hoping that this would all pass quickly. I had always seen hurricanes on the news, but actually experiencing one was a totally different story; the excitement of the storm was enough to make me quietly laugh to myself.
2.) The whole class was bored. ~
Tick tock, tick tock. The seconds were practically screaming at us as the teacher’s voice blurred and transformed into white noise. Someone sitting in the back of the class tapped their pencil against their desk that was covered with graffiti and sighed, while others were almost drowning in a pool of spit. I laid my head down onto my dead arms and rolled my eyes back into the depths of my skull. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse, and everyone else in the classroom knew it as well as I did.
3.) I drove into a clown on the road. ~
The sun was high in the clear, cloud-free sky. As I turned the corner, its rays shot through my dirt speckled windshield and stabbed my eyes, causing me to flinch back and squish my face in agony. My hands felt loose against the steering wheel for a mere second, but it was enough time to slam into a euphoric, frolicking clown. Stacks of cream pies splattered their guts across the glass of my windshield as I slammed my foot against the breaks and screeched to a halt. I stared blankly at the wheel and at my knuckles, which had now turned a ghostly white. I didn’t dare open the door, for fear of seeing a deceased clown wearing a happy face sprawled out on the hood of my car.
