The Great Storm of 1774

(COMPLETED) Read along as 15 year old Angelica Lexington is left alone to take care of her four younger siblings at the height of the revolution, in Georgia. She looks back on her life through her vivid and inspiring writing. Yellow for death, disease and injury.

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21. Predictions

The storm had been going on for an hour. I had set up blankets in my lap for Hannah, and she had somehow managed to fall asleep. John-Church had done the same in George's lap, and I could see why. Even though it was only probably about noon, the storm had made the basement and the rest of the house dark. Honestly, if I could, I would be sleeping, believe me. Maybe if I didn't have 10,000 things on my mind.


"So this is what they don't tell you..." George whispered to me.

"It's actually kinda cozy. I mean, if I could get past all of the worrying, it would be kinda nice. But, I'm mean, I am here and my brothers could be in a tornado! Or what would my father or mother do? I don't know..." My voice trailed. There was a lump in my throat but I was trying not to cry.


George put his arm around me, and rubbed my back.

"Don't worry, Aaron and Charles are fine. They must be."

There was a pause.

"I can just feel something is wrong. I know it." At the time, I didn't think I could even be predicting like my mother did so many times. But it turns out I was.

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