Power.

As a dejected Jason walked back home; blood boiling. He put on a smile and laugh to conceal his fury.
Nothing changes when he tells them anyway. Seems like talking to the teacher was more fruitful than mindless chatter.

Putting that aside. Which I can't 100% do that, don't mind my language.

Okay, woke up around 8 to prepare.
Truthfully, I wasn't nervous at all. I let my teach mark
my Survival essay and got the lowest mark I could get which was
21.
Pretty moralizing. But didn't stay for long.

Topic : Power came up.
Fuck.
I jolly well stayed glued to my seat for a fucking good 10minutes.
Let's try and write it out again. Not 100% accurate, but roughly around there.

Frank flipped his shirt which was soaked with sweat under the scorching weather.
The temperature rose to about forty five degrees in Texas, USA.
"I hope it would rain soon," thought Frank as he flipped the remote to turn off the television.

Frank went to pour himself a cup of water. Peering out of his window, his eyes widened.

Stretching from horizon to horizon, dark, menacing clouds were approaching rapidly.
Frank grabbed his wind breaker and dashed out of the house for a better view.

Outside, the turbulance in the air was already making Frank queasy. He knew what was happening. And it was bad. The air smelt of danger.
Rushing back into the house, Frank snatched a few packets of biscuits, a loaf of bread and went underground into the cellar.
Fortunately, buildings were build for circumstances like this. Frank thanked the heavens for that.

In a distance, he see the cyclone forming as it decimated a farm a few miles away.
The roof ripped off; along with the inhabitants inside the barn which was pretty noticable by the flailing arms and legs. Frank shook off the thought.

The cyclone sucked up a few horses and a tractor which was gracefully flowing up with majestic grace as it came plummeting 100 feets to the ground.
Frank felt like throwing up, but he endured it.

"The power of nature is something to behold of," he thought to himself.

The cyclone was approaching his house now. Frank fortified himself with mattresses and cuddled into a corner. The ground started to shake vigorously. Over the screeching of the wind on the window, Frank thought he could hear the screams of people. Not like he could do anything about it anyway.

RIPP

And a tremendous roar followed. Frank knew what was happening. He saw his couch, and soon his television set drifiting out of his house and spinning into oblivion.

-More description on the destruction.

Minutes felt like hours. But the tremor soon ceased and the wind died down.
Slowly, Frank made his way up the stairs and swung open the cellar door.
A cool breeze greeted his face. In a distance he could see a skyscraper stripped down
to its metal pilings. Such a horrible sight to behold. But he was safe and that was
what counts the most.

He soon realized that nature could counter nature. The earth protected him from the furious mass of wind. Frank smiled.

Story was somewhat like that.

I have to thank my teach for cheering me up. Your morale boosting words helped me alot.

Hmph. I can't believe it had came down to this. So many, yet so few.
Can't blame though, I don't express it anyway.
Some sophisticated person I am, I can't even get rid of this feeling
of insecurity. What a fuckin' joke.

See ya tmr guys! You do not need luck for maths, but good luck anyway.