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I was home alone with my 7-year-old twin brothers, no parents, and I didn’t think much would happen, but it was getting dark really fast. I started to get ready for the worst. I put a whole bunch of snacks and bottled water down in our basement. I also brought down candles and flashlights for light, a portable charger, a pillow, and a blanket. We hadn’t gone downstairs yet because our basement was mainly a bathroom with two storage rooms, and I knew that if I put the twins downstairs they would become restless before anything actually happened. So we waited on the first floor. I was getting increasingly nervous with no parents, and when I got the actual tornado warning, I took them downstairs. My step-dad came home and I felt relieved, but he then took Jacob, one of the twins, and said he was going to take him to get his glasses fixed real quick. I stood there in shock at the stupidity of the idea, knowing that stuff was about to go crazy, and before I could say anything he had already left. Probably two minutes after he left the sirens went off, and I was alone with Ethan again, and I started to panic. Not only was I the only one here with this kid, my step-dad had just taken Jacob into a car when everything started to happen. My step-dad came back just a few minutes later, and I calmed down a little, and shortly after that my mom came home too. I was still really worried because I couldn’t get in touch with some of my friends to check in on them. I had never really been at home with the belief that a tornado would probably happen.
— Mason McFadden