Stormy Day (Narrative)

 As I was struggling to walk along the sand,  the roaring wind kept on blowing against me as if I wasn't allowed to walk any further. I could feel the sand beating my face, it was stinging me like a bee.  Seagulls were huddling together while their feathers were being buffeted  by the wind. I looked up and noticed that everything was dull like the thunderous clouds in the sky.

Suddenly my hat blew away, I tried to tell my mum to catch it but all she heard was the howling wind snatching my words away. “Hey that seagull’s running away with my green hat,” I yelled. The soaring seagull flew off before my eyes, carrying my hat with it’s beak. “Oh no I've lost my hat forever,” I thought. That wasn't any old hat, it was given to me as a gift  from my best friend that recently moved away to Australia. Now I don’t have anything to remember her by.
Searching through the hazy fog to look for the stubborn seagull, I spotted a glimpse of bright green, floating along with the strong wind in the dark sky. I could see the green circle coming closer and closer. “It’s going to hit me,” I thought to myself. “Wait a minute, Isn't that my hat,” I said to my mum. “Yea It looks like it,” mum replies. It is my hat,” I screamed with happiness! I cached my it and put it in my bag so I don’t lose it again.

Finally we turned to go home. As we walked further to the parking lot we could hear the enormous waves pounding onto the sand. As we hopped in the car my goosebumps started to disappear because of the warmth of the heater. "Now were ready to go home," mum said.