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Uprooted

The night was s ll and dark. All except a large gust from the wind as it howled like a wolf. The rain
poured down on the village as the night froze. A teenage girl decided to go for a walk. Coming back
she got a phone call from her mother, wondering where she was. Suddenly a crack echoed through
the street, and the mother was le talking to herself while the teenage girl was lying on the ground
just a minute before home.

3 years later.

Liyla stared out in disbelief. Despite the incident that happened years ago she s ll wanted to go
outside. Their family believed that if they went outside ever again someone else will be out of the
family even though it happened years ago. Their family s ll hasn’t let go! The rain fell as she
con nued to a ack her bedroom window. She fell in tears as her eyes glued to the bizarre events
unfolding outside. “No one will ever go outside ever again!“ called the news giver. As she stared out
in disbelief, like a child on Christmas day that has a serious condi on, wai ng to die.

The night sky fell into a deep sleep as the sun rose over the millions of rain drops pel ng down on
Liyla ’s window. She stared like a homeless kid wai ng to pounce. The cold wet window danced like it
was as happy as can be. A million stars shone as she stared in anguish-ness. Leaves rustled as the
wind twitched, never to stop.

2 years later.
Liyla con nued to a ack her bedroom window from sunrise to sunset. Not being able to con nue
her adventures and her amazing discoveries from five years ago made her frustrated and angry. She
opened her window in tears as a gush of wet wind brushed her hair out of her face. The day fell to
night like a cheetah sprin ng past. The sound of Liyla crying in tears would make you sad and
disheartened. She layed on the bed, desperate for a life.

3 years later.

Her father called Liyla's mother, and the phone got answered. Her father and mother talked for a
while, then a shoo ng noise was heard in the background of the phone and her father was le
talking to himself whilst Liyla's mother was lying on the ground.
Liyla’s life had finally started to engage in other things. The cold wind thrus ng through the trees
made Liyla's parents scared. There had been a cyclone on the way. Her mother agitated and rushed
to the markets for needs and food. Her mother had been gone for quite a while.

A lone figure trudged along the road. The sun was warm, and the figure felt the comfor ng warmth
of the sun’s rays as they shone down from a cobalt sky. It looked like the pleasant scene was about
to change dras cally as the clouds gathered menacingly above the distant peaks of the mountain
range. To be caught in the chaos and carnage of a mighty storm is not a pleasant experience. The

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