Everyone was scared and huddled at the window crying as they watched there house torn to pieces by the tornado. Every thing went black it was cold, dark, painful and scary.
Eight year old Ricky up in her bed on the floor the carpet under her was wet. Everyone was in her room. Why? She got up and carefully weaved herself through her siblings and parents to the door.
Was the dream true did our house get taken away in a tornado!?
She looked outside at the backyard. Water and lighting struck trees lay on the ground. Their barn was gone her dog Joc's chain was broken and the dog house was gone. Her horse Arrow was laying on the ground barely breathing. Suddenly a burst of adrenaline hit Ricky she broke through the glass door and rushed to look for her dog. She ran around there 11 acre property screaming at the top of her lungs calling for her best friend tears ran down her innocent face "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!!!" She raged shaking her head at heaven. She collapsed at her horses side and laid her innocent blond head on her dapple grey geldings side she raised as her horse breathed, and suddenly the movement stopped and Arrow quit breathing. Ricky screamed bloody murder in a mixture tears and wails.
She has just lost her only friends her house and every thing she loved.
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How She Died At Thirteen
FantasyYoung Ricky has been through a lot in her childhood. Divorce, drunk parents, abandonment. Will she resist or dive in head deep....
