The last blossom in the moonlight
Hi my name is Abby , and this is my story. One crisp morning,I lay waken in the depths of my room.Cold, alone.I get up and look through my window.Wind,i say to myself.Whats going on??Whats with the weather? Suddenly a tornado flew into my room. I scream, hop up off my bedand run out side toward our shelter .''Grandma...