A Rainbow Comes After The Storm Short Story
A Rainbow Comes After the Storm
Newaygo, Michigan, a small, little, suburban town north of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Their tubing and
rafting was a hotspot for families to spend quality time together. I was part of one of them. I was filled
with excitement. While we were waiting in line, we were cracking jokes and having a good time.
Group number 43, head your way to the pink bus! the announcer called. My family of 7 got onto the
bus. It was my uncle, my aunt, my 6 year old cousin, Avi, My 11 year old cousin, Preet, my parents
and me. We were on the bus, in this strange tiny town. We drove down the dirt road, down to the
forest. I found this quite sketchy, but the only thing that was in my head was jumping into the cold,
crisp, and clear water as I imagined. Then, the bus began to shake as the bus driver announced through
the radio, Don t be frightened, we are almost there! Just a few more of these sharp turns and you ll be
on your tubes down the refreshing water. Just remember to get off at the bridge, or you ll be in deep
trouble.
The bridge, the bridge, the bridge. I kept on repeating that in my head so I would not forget. Suddenly,
everyone started clapping. It was finally time to get off. Preet and I rushed to get the tubes for
everyone in our family, and some twine to attach it. We were filled with excitement. Time flew by, and
we were finally on the dock. We got our tubes tied up, and went into the water. The sun was shining
through the dancing, tall, trees and everyone was smiling. Groups started to pass us by, to the point we
were isolated. We couldn t see anyone else in the vast river. There was no possible way to get of
neither. The land was all slanted, so you would have to climb, along with that it was all private
property. I was slightly worried about this.
Mommy, is that a sea monster? My cousin, Avi questioned. Then all of a sudden there was a BOOM!
A tree log stuck us. This tree log was gigantic; it looked like it weighed a million pounds. It was so big
that we couldn t get around it. We couldn t use it to hold onto as it was all mushy and wet. I thought to
myself, should I go under the log, but it s way too low, I would drown. We are going to be stuck here
forever. We have nothing
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