Tornado Scene: Add on and Edits

It was a warm summer night in July, generally perfect for a camping trip. However, this time the midnight sky began to grow even darker than night over the murky water of Cowan Lake. The trees blew around in a swirling sort of motion, and loud cracks of thunder rolled in the distance.  An ugly storm was brewing, and every troop of girls was in their respective cabins for the night unable to sleep for two reasons:  One, we were a large group of nine year old girls having a campout, it’s pretty self-explanatory. Two, the storm was so loud it rattled the bunks of every cabin in the campground, making it nearly impossible to get any sort of shut eye. We were all talking about the cartoons we watched, how yucky and smelly every boy at school was, and of course, played the game MASH to figure out our future destiny. As we were finishing up determining my friend Hannah’s future, it got very quiet all of a sudden. It was so quiet, that not one rustle of a tree branch or creak of a cabin wall was heard. The roaring wind had altogether stopped, and all of the girls in my cabin sat up from their beds in fear, including myself. My mother, who was the leader of our Girl Scout troop, was in a separate cabin than us, along with the leaders of the other troops. I was only nine years old at the time, but I knew what was about to happen: a tornado. A few moments later, my mom burst through the door of our cabin and told us to hurry to the main lodge.  We all huddled under a couple of dirty, cold, hard camping mattresses, and made our way up the hill screaming in fear of what may happen next. The rain was pouring down so hard and the lightning so bright, that we could barely tell where we were going. When we got to the lodge, The mattresses were soaked through, and so were we. There were puddles all over the lodge floor just from our dripping bodies alone. I was wringing out my jacket when I realized someone was missing. It was my mom. I looked around for her. I saw most of the other leaders, but not her. Why wasn’t she there yet?  I looked out the windows of the lodge and saw pieces of what appeared to be a barn roof, as well as fragments of a fence flying through the sky. I began to grow more and more worried as the minutes passed and my mom was not there. I remembered all of the times when I was in trouble throughout my young life, and how she was always there for me. Ever since the moment I was born, she was there for me. Why was she not there now? I remembered all of the seemingly simple things that she had done in my life; she had given me advice, cleaned up my messes, made sure I was fed, and had scolded me when I had done wrong. Suddenly, the door to the lodge swung open, and three people covered in mud and various types of debris from broken trees came in. They were the last of the leaders, which included my mom.  In my nine years of life, I had never felt as relieved as I did in that moment.