I Survived Hurricane Katrina, 2005
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Barry's family tries to evacuate before Hurricane Katrina hits their home in New Orleans. But when Barry's little sister gets terribly sick, they're forced to stay home and wait out the storm.
At first, Katrina doesn't seem to be as bad as predicted. But overnight the levees break, and Barry's world is literally torn apart. He's swept away by the floodwaters, away from his family. Can he survive the storm of the century -- alone?
Lower Nine for seventy years. Gramps had helped his daddy build this house back when folks kept hogs in their backyards. Barry couldn’t walk half a block without someone shouting hello from a porch and waving him up for a chat and a glass of iced tea. The Lower Nine was home. And that was that. Abe started to slink away. “They’re opening up the Superdome, Abraham,” Dad called after him. “For folks without cars. You should get your grandma over to the stadium soon as you can.” Abe waved and
say good-bye. No matter how much time they spent together, it always felt like there was one more idea to talk about, one more joke to tell before they went their own ways. “Barry, honey, we’ve got to get ready!” Mom called. It was time. Jay raised his hand toward the sky, his pinky pointing up. It took Barry a few seconds to recognize the special move they’d invented for Akivo so the energy from his secret power star, Beta Draconis, could flow from his pinky into his heart. Barry raised
backseat. Dad rummaged in the glove compartment and found a wad of napkins. Mom started to wipe off Cleo’s face. “This little girl is burning up!” Mom said. Barry reached over to feel Cleo’s forehead. She was boiling! “What’s wrong?” Barry asked, his heart racing. “I’m sure she just has a bug,” Dad said. “She’ll be all right.” Mom gave Cleo a sip of water. “It’s okay, baby,” she said. “Just try to settle down. You’ll feel better soon… .” But Cleo threw up again, and again. She screamed so
maybe he wasn’t really the scared little kid he saw in the bathroom mirror. He and Jay had created something unique, something special. Somehow, the bright colors of Barry’s drawing seemed to have gotten inside him. But now the bright and powerful feeling drained away. With every minute that ticked by, Barry felt more helpless and terrified. Cleo was whimpering again. Mom held her on her lap, rocking back and forth, singing softly to calm her. The water was rising past the second floor. They
seemed to be looking right at Barry. “Cruz!” Barry exclaimed. “We’re being rescued!” Barry waved at the pilot. “Here!” he said. “Here! We’re here!” It’s over! Barry thought. They’d made it! Soon they’d be out of the flood! He’d be back with Mom and Dad and Cleo! Barry waved his arms. The helicopter hovered for a minute longer. But then it suddenly rose and flew away. Was it circling? Was it going to come around the other side? Barry waited. And waited. But the helicopter’s sound grew