Essay Fundamentals

 

The hurricane wreaked destruction along the beach. House lay destroyed, and there was no sign of another person anywhere. I stood safely on a hill overlooking the mess, staring dumbly at my broken town. 

 

The room felt stuffy. No breeze, only the shuffle of papers and an occasional dry cough. The teacher paced, arms behind her back, enforcing the overall feeling of trapped boredom. 

 

Tires screeched. Bright colors flew across my windshield, followed by the sound of a wheeze. I opened my door, shaking. The clown’s over-sized shoes stuck out from underneath my car.