There was a terrible rainstorm outside. I went into our house, and there were a bunch of mexican working men standing there watching tv in the blue room. When I got to my room, I saw that the ceiling was leaking and my room was flooded. Water was collecting everywhere, on the bed especially. I kept trying to sace my important papers and things, but they were slipping away and getting ruined.
Then I looked out the window and saw that the wind was lifting up the vehicles. It knocked my car into the front of the old beige van, and then started rolling it into the woods, down the mountain. I started screaming, shreiking really. Terra and Kevin told me to be quiet, saying it wasn't a big deal. They pulled the car back up, and it was totally deformed. A guy was telling me that I would have to put it on it's back end to drive it, and that he would show me how to start the ignition by spitting into a certain slot.
