Introduction

Hello, dear friends. First of all, I would like to thank you for clicking on this article of mine. I must say, I will have to explain this process a bit. For as long as I can remember, I have always been a writer. (No joke, my parents found short stories I wrote from Kindergarten. They were obviously poorly written and logic was definitely questioned, but they were still stories.) I have lived an adventurous life thus far. I may only be nineteen (I turn twenty in December, which is freaking crazy to think about), but I have learned and experienced a lot in those nineteen years. So, About A Girl is a collection of short stories/adventures I have personally been on. They are mainly prose pieces, but I think they are entertaining to read (and write) nonetheless. So, without further ado, part one of About A Girl.

Run Away! Run Away!

I will admit, I am not one for storms. In fact, I am terrified of them. Funny, right? A nineteen-year-old afraid of storms? Hahaha, no. I have been through some pretty traumatic stuff. And if you were me, I can guarantee you would agree. Man, even thinking about this is bringing back bad memories. But alas, it is for the good of the article. (Who says alas anymore? Apparently me.)
It all started in Indiana. Now, keep in mind, the year before, I lived in Arizona. Yes, there were storms, but not many. And they weren't bad. I was a little scared of storms then. Actually, that is a complete lie. I was terrified of them. But hey, I was in elementary school so it was socially acceptable. Today, it is not. I blame Indiana for that.
When my family moved to Indiana, all was good. I was smiling, I was making friends, and I was freaking popular. Okay, I wasn't, but wouldn't that have been cool? I actually almost was popular. If I was, I don't think I would be sitting here writing this traumatic story, now would I? Okay, I'm getting sidetracked. Indiana, right. So two weeks after we moved there, a tornado decided to make itself present. I was scared out of my mind. My eleven-year-old self had accepted she was going to die. She just did so in the manner of crying and freaking out and thinking "I don't wanna die!" See, completely calm.
The tornado didn't end up hitting our house, but on the other side of the city, so we were safe. Woo! But the tornadoes did not end there. I think I have lived through ten warnings. None of them developed, but it was still freaking scary, man.
When I moved to New Jersey, my parents made sure there were no tornadoes here. I didn't exactly believe them. And I guess I was right because the week we moved here, there was a freaking tornado watch and tornado warning! I'm cursed. I've just accepted that. I was not a happy camper when I found out. Which I was so close to finding out on my own when I saw the red triangle on my mom's phone, but then I decided to be a good child and not snoop. Well, guess where that led me? My family didn't tell me (there are six of us and the other five knew) and I ended up finding out from my pastor. MY PASTOR! He just said, "Oh it's so weird that we have a tornado warning and watch." I turned around and everything broke loose. I screamed and ran to hide. Under my table. True story.
Well, I thought I had finally gotten over my fear of storms. I mean, I've lived in New Jersey for five years now and I have not died. Until I nearly faced death when I was at camp.
Every year, my youth group or I guess old youth group now, went to a camp by the beach named Harvey Cedars. Last year was my fourth and final year and every year has been great. Then last year happened. I still shudder at the thought.
There was a storm developing in the distance. My friends and I, and most of my group, were standing by the bay watching the lightning. It was very far away. But then it was heading towards us and no one noticed. Well, until the lightning hit ten feet before us on the water. By that point, we were all screaming and running away from our death by lightning. I swear, tornadoes wouldn't be able to compare to that in my mind. I haven't been the same about storms again. I am forever traumatized. And now I know to stay indoors when there is a storm, but I mean I should have known that already. Obviously, I didn't.