The 1900 Storm
There I was laying in my bed all awake. I walked to my living room to see my mom with a worried look on her face. We live in Galveston Texas. We lived in Alabama for a while but we decided to move back to my mother's home town.
"Good morning," she said quietly.
"Good morning," I said, "why do you look so worried?"
"The sky doesn't look too good,"
"What do you mean?"
"A big storm is coming," she said. My mother is an expert at weather. She knows the weather like its a piece of cake. If she said something bad was coming, you better start to worry.
"When?" I asked.
"Sometime early tomorrow," I worried about it all day. I didn't sleep at all. I woke up to a loud rumbling. I had no idea how I fell asleep. My mother quickly came into the door. We sprinted out to a car in the street. My mother and dad were lucky to know someone that had a car.
"We need to get out of here before the storm gets worse," she said. The rumbling got louder. The farther we drove the quieter it became. When we crossed over the causeway to the mainland, we stopped at the nearest hotel that was out of the storms reach. It was hard to sleep knowing that our home that we have been living in for almost 3 years and everything in it was being torn apart. I woke to see my mother reading a newspaper. "I knew it would be big but not this big," she said. It was on the front page.
We found out that winds had been over 110 miles an hour. A huge wave of water, 14 feet high filled the streets and swept people to sea. Many, many people died. We found out later that between 6000 and 12,000 died.
Even though Galveston built a seawall for protection and rebuilt the city we never moved back. We decided to move to Alabama and stay.