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Cole Harlick: A Narrative Fiction
Cole Harlick is my name and this is my story. My dog and I went for a walk to the park on January eighteen, two thousand and five. It was a bad day to go one a walk, I guess. One minute it is perfect then all of a sudden the sky turned black, the wind came, and it started to rain. We both got scared and my dog fluffy started to bark. We started pacing through the rain to my house to go in the basement. We were a block away from are house when lightning started to strike on the ground. When we got to are house I grabbed the key and unlocked the door. I ran to the fridge grabbed food and drinks to last for a while. Then I grabbed Fluffy and ran down the stairs to the basement. We sat there in a corner for one hour and the house was still shaking. We were both curled up against each other, just sitting there thinking were we going to survive and if we did would we have each other? …show more content…
We already ate and drank have of are supplies. Fluffy and I were both cold but I forgot to grab blankets and pillows. I got up and walked up the stairs cautiously. To see if there was any thing happening, but luckily there wasn't. The stand with the blankets was five feet away. I ran over to the blanket stand and grabbed two blanket and two pillows. I was about to turn around when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was just the wind when I heard it again. I ran over to the door and saw whole family of people standing outside my door holding onto each other. There was a little girl, a baby, two teen boys and the parents. I grabbed the door knob and turned
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