The Story of Survival

This is how I survived... a tornado.
== The Beginning and End ==
I was in the 4th grade, it seemed like a perfect, sunny day. Just after lunch, however, it changed.
The clouds grew pitch black, the wind roared, and the lights flickered. The sirens went off, and it was all a blur at that moment. My teacher instructed us to get in the hallway, but it was speeding toward us, speeding toward our doom.
Everyone was in a panic, as off in the distance, the gigantic beast was coming our way. I lifted my head up from the floor, looked around, and notice a sad, little girl was going to be hit by something from the ceiling. I jumped to cover her, and I get hit in the back instead of her. I talk to her - through the pain - to calm her down.
The object of our doom was coming closer.
The lights go out, and I looked out to see it, inches from us all. It flipped a truck ontop of another truck, uprooting a large tree and throwing it ontop of the trucks, and the doors were flung open.
Everyone was crying, all but me...
I look at the tornado, and I saw an angel, and as soon as I did, it hit me harder than a pile of bricks - I knew who I was meant to be, and at the same time, the tornado died at that instant.
I lift myself off the girl, sliding the object that fell from the ceiling off of me, and I held her close, singing (the best I could) to her, to calm her down.
My teacher smiled at me, and I nodded.
That is my story.
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