Hurricanes This story is fiction

Once there was a girl playing outside in her beautiful backyard, her name was Rosie; she was playing with her great, awesome, spectacular friends Emmy and Grace. All of a sudden Grace yelled ‘Those are Cumulonimbus clouds!’ ‘Oh no,’ yelled Rosie. ‘We have to get inside,’ said Emmy. So the girls ran for the door then they heared somebody on the radeo saying ‘ there has been a hurricane warning in Atlanta-,’ the girls didn’t hear the rest because they were to busy trying to open the door ‘ Oh no’ thought Rosie, she just remembered that her parents always lock the door when they leave. ‘And they will be gone for five days,’ thought Rosie She could see the key on her beautiful marble counter top. She lived where the hurricane was coming. At least it wouldn’t come for a couple days. She would have time to pack her stuff, but she couldn’t get inside to pack anything because her door was locked same with all the windows and every possable way to get into the house finally she worked up the courage to say that to her friends. She was so nervous and she didn’t have any kind loyal, nice neighbors to stay with.

‘What am I going to do,’ thought Rosie.

To be continued.

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