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Creative Writing assignment: Chapter 1

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   It was a dark and stormy night. I don't mean to be cliche, but it's true! I was born in the tourist town of Seaside, Oregon in 1998.

   During our spring break, tourists flock our town. Bodies line up down the promenade to buy overpriced salt-water taffy and deep-fried twinkies. Artificial scents of assorted fruit flavored candies and snow cones attack your nostrils like a clogged artery caused by one of our corndogs.

   However, the residents know the truth abut how the town really is. The nearby ocean currents attract rolling thunder and heavy clouds. Constantly the town floods with rain. Thunder annually knocks on our rooftops, and lightning strikes the woodsy areas with a flash. Our school system had to accomadate for these in our drills: "In case of a tsunami, follow this path." We were prepared for any atmospheric chaos you could imagine, but this particular night had a storm I wasn't prepared for.

  I was five years old, a really small boy. One would have called me "neutral". I had a curly mane that nearly reached my shoulders. I liked the toys almost any would enjoy: Blocks, dinosaurs, stuffed animals, and a keyboard. With the income and attitudes my parents had, I could have had any toy I ever wanted, but I usually just wanted the bubblegum ice cream from the overpriced candystore on the prom. Sometimes my parents would fulfill that wish.

  Though they could fulfill my wishes, my parents couldn't fulfill each other's own sanity. Everyday was a rolling storm of screaming and arguing. Thrashing tantrums, and slamming doors. Like our tsunami drills, I followed the path to my bedroom and shut the door. I normally built a large block tower to keep my mind off the storm in the next room.

       This was the night. The night that the storm next door flooded my life. It began normally: Building the block skyscraper in my safety zone. Raindrops splattered against my window like the daggers my parents glared at each other, but I calmly stacked one block on top of the other.

       Suddenly, an earthquake of stomping boots clacking in the other room knocked over my skyscraper. I gasped for breath, then recollected my knocked over blocks. I tilted my head back and forth, listening for the warning sirens. Then the tsunami of swearing rolled in.

      "I'm really tired of your crap, Arthur!" She hissed while clacking her boots along the kitchen tile. I crawled out of my zone and peered into the kitchen. Dad frowned at the green-eyed woman he married. A heaviness filled his eyes. I turned to face Mom. She stomped her designer boots towards the front door, furrowing her brow. She clicked the door open and slammed it shut.

      I felt a flood bursting through my eyelids. The storm was over, but the woman I valued most had circled the storm drain. She was flushed out of my sight, and out of my life.  
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Cmdrawings's avatar
Aww. T_T My poor heart..