Wednesday by Zach
I get out of the car and the wind is howling as loud as a tornado. I run up to school as fast as my legs can take me. I hear the waves crashing on the beach as I dash inside. I hang my bag up and I hear a deafening crash .... I go to the window but it was just thunder. The whipping and howling wind hits the class room. I look outside it is deserted apart from bending trees and stirring sea.
