The ferocious wind

At 3:00 pm on the north shore a huge, terrifying tornado struck in the heart of Albany. It hit and carried heavy things and threw them metres, even miles away. Buildings, cars, trucks, trampolines and even roofs. The tornado was very tragic as people shopping there didn’t expected anything like that to take place. This tremendous tornado was like a washing machine but the power was much stronger.
A man doing his job,trying to fix a roof was picked up and thrown miles away. He was described to be around the age of thirties and a Philippine . He was pummeled and slammed against a wall, sadly he didn’t survive and died on the scene.
In a town where this type of thing is nowhere near common the Philippine mans wife and kids would have been very distraught to hear about their dad and husbands death. This terrifying ordeal was a terrible event.

Trip to the shop

“Nahh” my little brother sulked as he desperately tried to keep the door from closing, because he knew that if the door slammed shut and the lock flicked close he would have to stay home. Sadly his plea didn’t work.

Me and my mum quickly hopped in the car and speed off down the road to the shops. As we reached the shops my mum jumped out of the car. She went into the dairy and came out with a fizzy drink, pie, chips and some Milo. She came back into the car and we drove back home.
Sometimes my little brother can be a little drama queen. This one little trip to the shop was a huge mission because of my brother.