Fear of the Hurricane
“Friday morning”, I said as I got out of bed. With the storm coming, all I could think about was my first high school football game. As I was walking out of the front door to head to the bus stop my mom called out from the front door, “Good luck at your game today. You’re going to clean that room.” I then said, “Okay”, and continued to the bus stop. All of my friends were talking about the storm and how bad the weather man predicted it to be, but since the sun had been out all week I thought otherwise. When I arrived to school, the principal made an announcement over the intercom and said the football game that night, that I was so excited about, had been cancelled, due to the hurricane coming. At that very moment, my mouth dropped. When the end of the day finally arrived I was leaving football practice. My mom was there to greet me by saying, “You really need to get that room cleaned! Your family is coming to town.” I gave a big sigh and proceeded towards the car. As we rode home, my mom went on to say that it wasn’t a storm, it was actually a hurricane named Katrina. She also had informed me when the hurricane hit Cuba it took 8,000 lives. That’s when I began to worry a little bit. As my other family came and settled in, there was literally no privacy anymore. There was nothing that could be done without someone hearing or seeing you. I began to get frustrated and annoyed, that is when my dad suggested that we go outside and play football, since I was going to be out of school and practice. When we were final.ly able to go back to school it was hard to get settled. Meeting new people and adjusting to new attitudes and personalities, not having family time because someone was always there, and not having privacy were my new problems.
When I went back to school I had to meet new students that were displaced by the storm. They had attitudes and personalities that I could...