The Winter Storm, Through The Eyes of Ara......

This is a short story that Ara wrote, about our "Winter Storm" adventure Wednesday night. Its kinda neat seeing it from her point of view. Hope you enjoy, as much as I did......

My sister cried in the backseat. "Mommy...!" she wailed. My mother began to allay her. I didn't say a word. My feet felt soaked and frozen as my sister squeezed out melancholy pleas. My stepfather is trying to get chains on the car--for where I live, they're required. We're in the extensive garage of the River Park Square Hall. Snow has been falling excessively since school. After going over stories in my Language Arts class with Mrs. Franklin, I worked away. I enjoyed the fictitious humor of that class. When the bell sounded, I skidded to my locker. School is out and it's 3:15. Getting my belongings together, I darted out of school. Flurries of snow slammed into my face as I tried to evade the bitter cold. A honk drowned out the wind. I spotted my stepfather's smoky gray car. When I got in, my stepfather somberly informed me: "Your mom's car was hit, but she wasn't in it."We raced to her work. The damage was done--her hood couldn't open and the front was smashed. After analyzing her car, we took off for home. My heart pounded. As I listened to various Iron Maiden songs, my anxiety grew. I hope my mom is driving safely It seemed for hours we stayed in the same place by a Dutch Bros. Coffee house. I heard from a couple people their coffee is really bad. Once roads cleared, we needed a place to eat. We headed to Red Robin. We waited for my mom there. Warm hot chocolate drizzled down my throat. After awhile my mom arrived. I was glad she seemed fine but she was shaken. We had to stay in Red Robin for a few hours. My step dad was purchasing chains for the cars.Listening constantly to Iron Maiden gave me some positivity, they have upbeat songs. I hope the chains will facilitate the cars. We finally met up with my step dad, Jeremy. "Sleigh Ride" faintly played in the garages as he equipped the cars with chains. Right now they're not helping, we're still in the garage. Will we ever get home tonight?Well, we're still trying to get these chains to work. "2 Minutes to Midnight" by Iron Maiden is blaring through my earphones. The chains continue to fall off our tires. My stepfather Jeremy is working on the chains on my mom's car. I'm alone, settle inside the fairly warm but almost cold car of my step father's. My brother, sister, and mom are sitting glumly inside the wrecked shell of my mother's car. At least she can still drive it, I tell myself silently. Darn, it's 7:40 PM. We're still in the parking garage! This is insane--the snow is getting on my nerves!"Okay, go ahead." Jeremy exclaims.We're going to try driving again. I'm listening to "The Clairvoyant" by Iron Maiden. So far, no chains have fallen off. "Should've checked mine." Jeremy mutters. I merely listen. "Right?" he asks, "Should've checked mine, huh?"I stiffen, "Yes..." I mumble. My spirits lift, I think we'll make it out now! We've stopped to pay the parking garage cashier. Jeremy's hands are covered in a dark substance, perhaps dirt. We've arrived in the snowy world. We're out, at least. Now, if we can just get home! Jeremy and I are following my mother. Song now is "The Trooper", and I'm a bit anxious, yet fatigued. It's almost 8:00, an hour before my bedtime. I can't shake the feeling we'll get stuck somewhere. I look to my left as Jeremy opens the door to check his chains.As we turn a corner, we pass the Fox Theatre. I really hope we get home. The snow is falling rapidly, Jeremy stops to get out. He darts up to my mom's car and quickly chats, and then runs back. he's wearing his Air Force uniform. He told us he's prohibited to wear it in public, or something Ike that. (New song, "Hallowed Be Thy Name", Iron Maiden) So, he had to ask for a table tucked into back of the restaurant Red Robin. We're by a McDonald's and Chevron. That means we're getting close and approaching a fairly steep hill, leading towards roads to home. We have to make this hill. It's 7:53 PM. Jeremy swore under his breath. That's a bad sign, I suppose. He just turned on the radio. We're slowly plowing our way under a bridge. I can spot red and blue lights. A police car is waiting stationary a some meters in front of us. A man is asking my mom something. He's uniformed, too. I'm scared, I don't know what to think.We're easing our way up this hill. It's not as bad as I thought. This crazy guitar solo in "Hallowed Be Thy Name" is amazing."That wasn't too bad," Jeremy remarks."Yeah," I reply.I see my brother poke his head from the window. We're almost home! I know I shouldn't, but I hope school is cancelled tomorrow!We're almost home!No--we're here!I never thought I'd come back! The nightmare is over!