By: Bill W.
Northley Middle School
The storm that I remember the best is Hurricane Floyd. It was September and it had been raining for a day or so, all the weather stations said Floyd was going to hit us sometime during that day. As I walked to the bus stop my umbrella got turned inside out. That was when I knew it was going to be bad.
We heard at school that many other districts were closing early and some had not even gone in. Everyone was hoping our school would be next. We got the announcement in English class; school would be dismissed early. We got on the bus and Ms. O'Neill told everyone that we had to be quiet on the way home because it is very difficult for the bus driver to drive in these conditions and she needed to concentrate on driving.
When I got of the bus the force of the wind and rain almost knocked me over. As soon I stepped into the street I was up to my ankles in water. As I slowly made my way home I wondered if our basement had flooded. When I got home I discovered I was right, the basement was an inch deep in water.
My Dad and I went outside to bail the window wells out when he got home. So we walked out, in the mud and rain and wind, and for an hour straight we bailed water and mopped the basement floors. By the time we finished my arms were tired and my feet were frozen. The day was a lot of hard work and rain, and I don't think I will ever forget it.