So, there we were: me and Sammy, playing hooky from school since I didn't feel like driving during the thunderstorm. 
Sorry, guys. 
Then the weirdest thing happened; the storm was just... gone. It disappeared. Poof. The only evidence that it had stormed at all was the rain left on the pavement. I was glad because I hate storms, but then I wasn't glad.
Because then the earthquake started.
I pulled Samson into a doorway, and bookshelves fell over and knickknacks fell off the shelves and our kitchen table completely collapsed. Sammy was crying, and when the shaking stopped I pulled out my phone and immediately tried to call Max. 
I would've called you, Mom, but I know you always drive the two of you to work, and I was trying to be smart. I'm only pointing this out because I know how jealous you get, so get over it.
Where was I? Oh.
Max didn't pick up. I called a few more times, then I called Mom, and nothing. Samson was crying even harder, saying he wanted to talk to Cara, so I looked up her school's  number and called them. Samson tried to talk to her, but he was getting overwhelmed and had to hang up. 
I told him it would be fine and that we would go find you guys. I know you work two hours away, but it shouldn't be that hard to find you, right? We'll just...
Oh, shit.
(pause)
My car. My car is completely and totally gone. Just... a pit in the middle of our street, exactly the size of my car. 
Okay, this... might take a little longer than I thought.