"Yeah. The news said Hurricane Sandy is suppose to come to the east coast and a few middle states to cause a lot of damage" My mom replied as she continued working on her computer, not even turning to acknowledge me. Hearing my voice was enough acknowledgment to her.
"When is suppose to come?" I asked.
"Watch the news more and you'd know."
"Why do I need the news if I have an amazing mom that can tell me things like this?" I said with a smile.
She chuckled and replied, "They said it's suppose to come this weekend; some time around Saturday through Monday."
"Oh okay. We got a few days to prepare. Do you think it's going to be worse than Hurricane Irene from last year?"
"Oh yeah; of course." she replied with a nod.
"Hm" I grunted, "Time to board up the windows then" I joked as I walked away to my room. In my room I though to myself, "Every one is saying the storm is going to be one of the worst storms in history but is that really true? They said the same thing about Irene and that hurricane wasn't so bad. I'll just have to wait and see."
When The weekend rolled around I was rather disappointed to see that nothing had happened except grey skies. I complain to my mom how the storm was late and she simply replied, "Watch when it does come" and stay silent to everything else I said.
The Plainfield school administration decide to close school for the hurricane and when Monday came and nothing happened I was highly disappointed. It wasn't until 5 pm that the I started seeing the storm coming. The first thing to go was my back fence. hours later, around 9:30, my lights went out. I would have thought that my block would have been the first block to lose power but in fact, we were one of the last blocks to go out. I wasn't too surprised when my lights went out though; I was expecting it.
The next day, my mom, sister, and I drove around town to see the damage the hurricane. We say trees that fell on power lines, trees on houses, trees blocking roads, and blown transformers. I didn't expect things to become this bad but they were.
By the time we got home, it was dark and there was nothing fun to day so I could only eat and read for entertainment. I ate and read for hours on hours because I couldn't fall asleep. I don't know what it is about black outs and me sleeping but they never seem to want to cooperate; I just can't fall asleep and stay asleep without power in my house.
My family and I only had to deal with not having power until Wednesday. My mom heard word that my grandma had power. As soon as my mom asked if we could spend the time there until our house got back power and she said yes, we gathered our essentials and bolted out of our cold imprisonment as fast as we could. We weren't the only ones that spent some time at my grandma's house though. Along with us, my uncle and his wife slept in the house too since their house didn't have power. It was a mad house with all of us 10, people and one baby but I enjoyed every minute being around my family.
Everyday my mom went back to the house to check if we had power and it wasn't until Saturday that it came back on. We stayed one more night and left on the next day.
For the whole next week I had absolutely nothing to do. Comcast was down so I wasn't able to get on the internet or watch T.V., my phone signal was barely working, and I couldn't contact any of my friends to hang out. Only thing I could do was sleep, play Temple run, and look out the window as cars drove by.
This hurricane made me experience a lot that I haven't really experienced before. Not having power for so long, losing my phone service, and seeing how bad mother nature can really get.This mad me appreciate things a bit me. I realized that this companies that provide us with entertainment like the phone companies, cable companies, etc, has done a lot for not only their customers but for many others affected. I learned that I should appreciate what I have and who I have in my life. I have a great home with great items that many people don't and I have a great family that many people yearn for.
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