Black Skies

"Mom!" I shouted. Something was wrong; she was acting strange before and had just jumped at nothing. The shout seemed to bring her to her senses.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You jumped."
"I think I need to see a doctor..."
Two days later, she was having brain scans, whatever those are.
"Nothing too sugary; you'll get sick," the doctor advised. "Your results will be back in a day or two."
"Okay." We left and got sugar-free ice cream.
"So," I said, licking my cone. "What do you suppose is wrong?"
"I don't know..." My mom sounded worried. "Your brother says nothing. Maybe I'm just in too much stress."
"Yeah." The rest of the way home was quiet.
The next day the doctor called Mom. With good and bad news. Mom had a tumor, but it would be easy to remove, and 99% off people survived the surgery.
"What about the other 1%?" I asked, during Mom's surgery.
"I don't know. I guess they died. But everyone eventually dies," my brother answered. He was a senior.
"Way to look at the bright side," I said sarcasticly.
"You asked!"
"Are you Luna and Jake Walters?" a doctor inquired.
"Yes," I answered, wondering how the surgery went.
"Your mom is fine." Jake and I jumped up in excitement. "She needs rest, for a week or two."
When my mom came out from surgery, she had to use a wheelchair.
Our dad came and drove us all home.
"Well, isn't that weird," my dad said, pointing at the sky. "It's getting dark. I bet there's a storm." When we got inside, Dad turned on the weather.
"What's going on with the sky?" I was freaked out; it was a dark shade of purple. My dad turned. The expression on his face was screaming. He tried to act calm.
"Grab some food and water. We need to go to the basement." He looked really worried as he added, "Help Mom downstairs." So Jake gathered up some snacks and eight bottles of water, while I helped my mom down to the basement.
The sirens blared suddenly outside. I looked out the window in the basement and almost passed out.
"DAD!" I screamed as loudly as I could. Jake and Dad ran downstairs.
"Duck and cover!" Dad answered my screams. I was still trying to get over what I had seen; green (green!) clouds moving towards the purple ones; a funnel cloud; and a couple neighbors outside videoing the odd weather. Suddenly there was sound that sounded like a train. My heart seemed to pound out of my chest. I guess the rest of my family was feeling the same way. I checked my watch: half past four.
The train noise seemed to go on for days. I grew tired, and checked my watch again. Nine!
My dad asked what time it was, and I answered. He seemed just as puzzled as I was. Storms don't stay in one place for four and a half hours! My dad looked out the window. It was too dark to even see the street lamp!
"Weird," I heard him mumble. We ate some of the snack and drank a little water before trying to sleep. I don't think anyone did.
Around eleven, I grew so hungry my stomach was growling. I knew we had to save the food, though. Eventually, my dad let me have a piece of ham. Jake must have just grabbed everything from the fridge.
I got on my iPhone, and looked up the weather. I was shocked to see tornado warnings issued for the whole state of Missouri. I showed my dad, as I turned on the radar. The whole state was engulfed by a red blob. "Wow," I said in astonishment. This had never happened before. The train sounds had gone away, but sirens blared, breaking the silence. It was as if time stood still.