Hello there, people of the internet, I am Autumn Sigrest and I am going to let you in a little story of mine.
Ever heard of a typhoon?
Yeah, the big whoosy things in the sky.
Basically an Asian hurricane, but we can't call it that, because we're rebels who want original names.
So, now that we got the basic information down, let's move on to the story.
So there I was, a unprepared 16-year-old, facing "The worst typhoon in 30 years!"
huddled up against the corner of my not-so-sturdy cabin. Wind gusting, rain pouring, and cold air threatened to end my existence. But we'll get to that in a little while, first I want to tell you the whole back story on this.
Why was I in a typhoon to begin with? Well the answer is simple. I was at camp. No way out of it. Or at least that's what they wanted us to believe... Which we did.. Who is they? They, are the counselors. Don't get me wrong the counselors are not bad in any way. The were just as unaware of the disaster that would soon strike as anyone. The reason why no one really warned us is 1. They didn't want to frighten us. 2. They had no idea how bad it was going to be.. No one did...
We were going about our usual camp activities, having a blast. Then during lunch an announcement was made. "We have word that there might be a bit of a storm coming, but everything will go as planned."
I looked at the girls who were staying in my cabin, slightly confused.
"We'll just move our bunks away from the windows. No big deal."
"Ewww I hope we don't get all wet"
"I heard last storm a boy woke up soaking wet."
"I hope that won't be us"
I sat there and listened. Still not exactly sure what was going on.
Later that night, I was getting ready for bed, as usual, but this time. It was raining, and the wind was blowing, still nothing to be concerned about though. So I went on to sleep.
I then awoke with a loud banging noise, and wind howling. It was cray-cray. There was the deep rumble you could hear. It grew and grew until. BAM! A giant gust of wind blasted inside our screen windows. The banging noise you say? Oh right. That was the door. The wind was so strong that it blew the door straight open. One of the girls screamed. Then a counselor rushed towards the door and closed it shut, but tying some rope around it. Another blast of wind, coming with cold rain, splashing against our entire cabin. Leaving it soaked. Us soaked. Then there was a thud. Another thud. Another, and another, and another. Coconuts? Right? No. Coconut trees! Everywhere. Falling, unable to handle the shear power of the typhoon.
Finally the storm died down, and I was left to live another day. No one was injured from camp, not even a single tree fell upon a cabin. An act of God no doubt.
