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Indigo and the Storm

by Louisa Jensen

Pages 4 and 5 of 69

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Would she be ok? Indigo certainly wasn’t going to leave her mom to try and find out.  She had to make sure she was fine at all times. Indigo looked around at all the whales swimming without their parents.Some of them were 3 and 4, younger than her. There were even a few two-year-olds swimming without their parents. Indigo was certainly old enough to swim by herself. Maybe I will one day, she thought, but not today. I can wait a little longer. 
Suddenly, there was shouting up ahead. What about? Indigo wondered. A gust of air appeared out of nowhere and swept across Indigo and her mom, sending them tumbling through the water. Big waves crashed against their sides and stung their skin. Indigo’s body ached all over. But ahead of her, other whales were doing much worse. She spotted an old, bluish-greenish-brownish one cradling a fin that was bent in an odd shape. A small whale cried as a gash in his neck spewed blood. Several sea-green whales were sporting bruises, and one screamed as a bone poked through his side. Everywhere, whales screamed and fled as fast as they could from the storm, helping hurt whales to get up, or trying to fix their broken bodies. In the midst of all the chaos, a wave came up from behind Indigo and her mom and separated them, leaving a gash on Indigo’s mom’s side. In the midst of all the chaos now, Indigo screamed and screamed until she could scream no more. The last thing she saw was a fin, covered in dried blood, coming straight towards her, and then she blacked out.

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Would she be ok? Indigo certainly wasn’t going to leave her mom to try and find out.  She had to make sure she was fine at all times. Indigo looked around at all the whales swimming without their parents.Some of them were 3 and 4, younger than her. There were even a few two-year-olds swimming without their parents. Indigo was certainly old enough to swim by herself. Maybe I will one day, she thought, but not today. I can wait a little longer. 
Suddenly, there was shouting up ahead. What about? Indigo wondered. A gust of air appeared out of nowhere and swept across Indigo and her mom, sending them tumbling through the water. Big waves crashed against their sides and stung their skin. Indigo’s body ached all over. But ahead of her, other whales were doing much worse. She spotted an old, bluish-greenish-brownish one cradling a fin that was bent in an odd shape. A small whale cried as a gash in his neck spewed blood. Several sea-green whales were sporting bruises, and one screamed as a bone poked through his side. Everywhere, whales screamed and fled as fast as they could from the storm, helping hurt whales to get up, or trying to fix their broken bodies. In the midst of all the chaos, a wave came up from behind Indigo and her mom and separated them, leaving a gash on Indigo’s mom’s side. In the midst of all the chaos now, Indigo screamed and screamed until she could scream no more. The last thing she saw was a fin, covered in dried blood, coming straight towards her, and then she blacked out.