Personal Narrative: The Flood

The Flood I sat in class, the music blaring in my ears. It was very noisy in the classroom, the music was turned up as loud as it could be, there was multiple conversations going on in the background. Sophie and I were sitting on the cold floor of the health room. Burgie sat directly above me on a mat watching a video on how to make yogurt out of only a coconut. Coach Wood was sitting at her desk, she was telling us a story about her son Shep. Just then like a volcano erupting it began. The rain began to beat down on the building, each drop sounding like a spoon continually hitting the side of a glass. All together it sounded like someone was taking a baseball bat and beating the roof. Everything stopped, the music was paused and every conversation