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I was sitting at the computer desk in the upstairs loft, I had just finished my homework and began to check my phone, when I hear this loud thunder and lightening like sound and my house had shook like there was an earthquake. I was very confused and hadn’t realized what had happened, and as I look down all I can see is white insulation all over my desk and in my mouth. I could my brother Corey faintly yelling my name, “SARA SARA SARA?! ARE YOU OKAY?!”. I couldn’t respond I was in such a shock but I eventually responded with “Yes, I’m okay”. I stood up out of my chair and turned around to see this giant hole in the roof of my house.
I ran downstairs to go outside to get better view of my house and to see what had happened, when I stepped outside
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