Gisella's School

My house was flooded, and was overflowing. I tried to find a hold an something, any thing, but I was being carried away by the current. Finally, I was swept rather harshly into the bathroom, and in my panic I knocked one of the pipes off my broken sink. The pipe trapped me against the wall, I started to scream, but realizing that wouldn’t do me any good I started to think. Suddenly an idea hit me, literally. The open end of the pipe was hitting me in the mouth. I looked up to see that the ceiling had a whole in it, in which the pipe was sticking up into fresh air. Instantly I put the pipe in my mouth and breathed in the cool, fresh air. I could finally breath but I still couldn’t get out and the water was rising quickly. I saw a big kitchen knife floating toward me. I grabbed it quickly and started sawing at the roof that was by now touching my head. I did this with the pipe still in my mouth, which was not an easy task. I had managed big whole around the pipe in the roof. I waited for the water to push me up again, and when it did it washed me onto my roof. I could see other people on their roofs too, but they all seemed to think that they where safe. I had seen hurricanes like this before, so I knew I was far from ‘’safe’’.