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Well, I decided to post this.
Long story short: An oak tree fell on my house on May 30, 2011 on a very calm night -- calmest of my life. I'm still not in my house. Taking forever. School begins August 6, 2012, which sucks, and we're a long way from finished. Kthx.
So last year, May 30, Memorial Day (2011)..... well, it was about 3AM. It was probably the most calmest night the world has ever felt where I live. Behind our beautiful and big house is a tall oak tree, 10x the average size of a normal oak tree. Then it has three limbs; which are the average size of an oak tree. My dad and I were asleep, and my Mom was awake. She was in our kitchen, walking towards our game room. All of a sudden, the ground shook. The windows in the dining room, kitchen, and gaming room collided into the room. A loud noise then boomed, like an airplane crashing. Then, it was all over. Down stairs in the dining room, kitchen, and gaming room was a ruck-us. You wouldn't believe upstairs though. Let me go from my point of view. So, funny story: I stayed up a full 48 hours the two nights before. I was planning to stay up for three full days, but I literally fell over. The oak tree did not wake me up; it was my mom screaming. My dad woke up from the oak tree, though. I woke up in pitch black. I could hardly believe, it was obviously dusty in my bedroom. My dad opened the door with two of our dogs - Duffy and Dingo. Duffy is an English Pointer, white with black spots. Dingo is a mutt, purely black dog. He told me to be quiet and stay in my room, and closed the door again. I was actually crying. I could tell something horrible happened. And my merl chihuahua, Chopper, was missing. My mom eventually found him under our PILATES in my mom and dad's bedroom (we bought the first pink-purple color one - for fun). Around 4AM, an hour later, my dad got me and took me outside. I asked what happened, and the only thing my dad said was:
"The oak tree fell on our house."
I was petrified. The oak finally let loose. On the most calm night. It survived hurricanes, and it was a million years old. Yet it had to fall on Memorial Day of 2011. I was in my pajamas. Neighbors were peaking out their windows. My grandparents and aunt who lived fairly close to us (on my mom's side) rushed to our house. So did our local firefighters, police (who thought it was some attack), CBS news reporters, technicians, engineers, even a construction crew. Here's what sucked most: our house, that year, was about 96 years old. Back in the day, they used dangerous things to construct houses: asbestos and lead paint. Our house was filled with these chemicals. We could have easily died. On the contrary, our house is also made of strong wood material called oak. Modern houses are made by weak wood material. If it wasn't for that strong oak wood material, the whole house would've been destroyed, and we would be dead. Another creepy fact - you know how I wanted to stay up for a full 72 hours? Well, I usually am in this beanbag on our second story with my computer, books, things like that. If I hadn't fallen asleep, I would be dead. A huge chunk of roof fell right over my beanbag. It flipped to the other side covered with extremely sharp nails that fell on the beanbag. It literally exploded the beanbag. I would have been crushed, by nails. Sharp ones. There were live wires in our backyard that engineers and technicians had to cut. Our grandparents offered us to stay at their place, so we did for about a month. Then we moved to a very luxurious hotel. We had to change rooms because of the threatening general manager. Asbestos leaked in the hotel, and it was it's 100th anniversary. The G.M. wouldn't let any of us leave, or not at least me. Eventually, my grandparents stormed in and took me. The G.M. is in pretty much trouble now. We're staying at an apartment complex, very nice and better than the hotel, but we might have to move yet again.
I may edit this post later to give more information, but I'm so lazy right now. So yeah, now I have to share my computer with my mom, it's a MacBook Pro, can't get a Windows because we have to save money, blah blah blah. Oh well.
That's all I have to say.
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