In creative writing we must have a portfolio of writing amounting to 25 pages each quarter. Now this is no problem except we must publish one poem and one piece of writing. I'm thinking of submitting my short story but it still needs revising. I'm wonder if you guys can help. It still has no name so if there are any suggestions tell me.

"Mom is breakfast ready?" asked a young man with short brown hair, blue eyes, and an average build.

"In a minute, why don't you set up the table for me?"

The young man set the table up for three, when his father came into the room.

"Scott, how many times do I have to tell you to put your damn clothes in the hamper after a shower!?" yelled his father.

"I forgot, it wo-"

"Damn right it won't," his father interrupted.

"Why are you yelling?"

"Because I am the parent and I have the right to yell at you."

"No it doesn't," Scott muttered under his breath.

"Why you-"

"Settle down you two and eat already. You do remember what happened last time?" said the mother, coming to the rescue.

Scott and his father looked at each other. Scott was rubbing his jaw and a little flustered while his father got quiet.

The meal was silent except for the sound of their forks poking through their eggs and hitting their plate. Only a few glances were exchanged. Someone turned on the morning news and someone was talking about how they're might be a tornado this afternoon and they should be careful.

Scott picked up his school books and left in a hurry, he needed to get out.

On his way to school Scott needed to let off a little steam. He saw a bush and kicked and pulled on it. No one drove by or else they probably would have called the police on him for vandalism or something. Taking a deep breath and feeling relieved he continued on his way. The sky was gray with no sun in sight.

"It's warm today."

School seemed all but a blur to Scoot. Math class he fell asleep, English he spaced out, in his computer class he finished his assignment before the teacher explained it and played games. There was nothing special about this day, nothing at all.

Lunch time rolled around and he got the same thing he did everyday, a chicken patty with chocolate milk and some side dish. He sat down with his friends and they talked nonsense.

"Did you see the new..."

"... and then I said..."

"Scott are you alright?" one of his friends asked.

"Yeah, I'm just spacing out."

Once these words left Scotts list some loud sirens that reminded him of the air strikes from those old movies went off. Everyone was confused as hell and some even panicked. A voice came from the loud speakers.

"Everyone stay calm and follow my orders. A tornado has touched down not to far from us. Everyone is to find their closest teacher, administrator, or other staff member and they will tell you what to do."

"I didn't even get to finish eating." Scott wrapped up his half-eaten chicken patty and put it in his pocket then drank his chocolate milk. After this was all done he joined the rest of the people.

It was pretty obvious people were going to be freaking out, crying and what-not. The teachers tried to keep us all calm with little avail. They then told us to put our heads against our lockers and cover our necks.

Following their orders Scott put his head down and covered his neck, but wouldn't you know, right next to him was some fat kid with a horrible smell. Scott could hear him blubbering something in fear.

Outside of the noise of students and teachers barking orders, the sound of freight train was coming. Scott anticipated what was to come and braced himself. He made himself as small as possible, uttered a prayer, and closed his eyes.

Next thing you know the whole world seemed to shake. The sounds of glass breaking along with the Freight Train from Hell were all that could be heard. A piece of ceiling tile fell onto Scott's back, he didn't care he just wanted to be safe. It only lasted about 30 seconds but it must've been 30 minutes for a few of them. When the shaking and the noise stopped Scott stood up and brushed the debris from him. He looked around, asides from some fallen tiles everything looked fine. It wasn't until he came to the main doors, without permission mind you, did he see the real damage.

Nearly every car was either busted up or blown out of place. Several house seemed ripped from their foundations, and others were close to falling apart. An administrator came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder telling him to go to the cafeteria.

He went and reached into his pocket for his cell phone, no bars.

"Bastard must've knocked down the tower."

He looked around and saw that there were students everywhere worried and trying to reach their parents with no avail. The crowd reminded him of those alley dogs you see in the movies, scared and hungry. Scott thought to himself that at least one of them lost someone, hoping he wasn't one of them. Scott felt a strange urge to get out and go home, he just wanted to see that his parents were safe. The teacher was taking a census to make sure everyone was there. After Scott's name was called he made his escape.

There was no one, except for a few students, by the stairwell. Some of those students stared at him but he told them to keep quiet. Downstairs no one was in the hallway, his exit was in sight. Unfortunately there was a security officer right around the corner; with his ever-vigilant eyes Scott was going to have a little trouble. Luckily Scott was clever and came up with a plan.

"Umm excuse me," Scoot asked, making sure the officer didn't get a good look at his face.

"You're not suppose to be here."

"Well you see, a big fight broke out upstairs and all the teachers are doing their best to keep it under control. I came looking for you, they need your help."

"All right, you come with me."

"Well, you see, I have to go to the bathroom; I'll meet you there."

"What's your name?"

"John Smith."

"If I find out you're lying to me John, you're in big trouble."

The guard ran off and Scott went toward the bathroom, which is closer to the exit than he was. When he was sure the guard was off he broke for the door. He was out of there and soon he will be home. But unfortunately the security guard was sharper than he thought.

"Hey, get back here. If I catch you, you're in big trouble. You hear me?"

Scott wasn't scared, he had the advantage. Scott was on the track team and this guard was short and stubby. Scoot took off and ran for about 2 minutes, until he could no longer see the school and the guard gave up the chase a while ago. Scott still had a two mile walk ahead of him, only 30 minutes, to travel through Hell, the tornado's aftermath.

Not even ten minutes after he left Scott was confrotted with a stray dog. Usually they mind their own business and don't bother anyone, but this one had a crazy look in it's eye. It had scars all over its body, it's eye was closed up (or probably missing), and the ribs could easily be seen through the skin. Scot couldn't recognize the breed, but the fur was matted in dirt and this thing was hungry.

"H-h-hey there little fella," stuttered Scott.

The dog growled and barked at him. Scott jumped back and put his hand on his pant leg. He remembered he still had that chicken patty. Slowly he reached for it and unwrapped it. He took it in his hand, the dog's eye never left it, and threw it toward the dog. The dog stared at Scott, then ate the meal. When it was all gone, the dog looked at Scoot and ran off.

"I just about pissed my pants," thought Scott.

All around him was destruction. From the school's perspective it seemed like nothing, but as he gone deeper and deeper in the labyrinth it seemed as if it only got worse. Scott felt an empty feeling deep in his chest, he just felt that something bad has happened. He was now only four blocks away.

Scott thought about his father, and why he was always so angry.

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"Scott, what's the matter with you? You were always a good student, but now you're failing." asked his father.

"I don't know.'

"Do you care about your future anymore?"

"Yes I do, it's just... I don't know."

"Scott, listen to me, you can't give up on your education, no good has ever came out of doing that."

"Why don't you leave me alone?"

"I don't want to leave you alone. I don't want to see my son become some bum on the street corner."

"So you think I'm a bum? That's it isn't it?"

"Now Scott, that isn't what I said at all."

"That's exactly what you said."

Scott's father was becoming infuriated, he balled up his hand and it began to shake.

"Now listen here boy, I'm your father, and it's my job to worry about you," it seemed as if steam was about to come out his ears.

Scott didn't notice, "leave me alone old man."

That was the straw that broke the camels back, his father couldn't take it anymore. He to his fist and brought it across Scott's jaw.

His mother came into the room and was speechless. Scott couldn't even believe what happened to him. Even his father was shcoked at what he has done.

"I wish I didn't have to do that, but you gave me no choice," he walked off into his room.
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Scott thought to himself, "when this is all over, I'm going to study hard for you pops."

After his little epiphany he laced his shoes up nice and ted, rolled up his pant legs, did a little stretch, and took off. He knew at this pace he would be home in no time at all. There was no way he could cut across peoples yards without breaking his leg.

As he turned the final corner he was blind to everything but where his house stood. The little blue one, three down from the curb... well not anymore. It collapsed in on itself right in front of him. Scott feared for the worse and ran up the his house. He slid over someone's car and went through the front door, well what was the door. His house, his home, had been destroyed. All his clothes, prized possessions and family heirlooms, destroyed. Scott put his hand on his head when he realized that was his dad's car he slid over.

He made his way over the debris, the only sounds were the breaking of glass, the wind blowing through the splintered columns, and the sound of rescue workers. Scott came to a passageway that lead down, he then thought that the floor could've collapsed under him, he should have been a lot more careful. He walked down the steps, being careful not to slipp. They creaked under his feet as he descended into darkness.

Now totally in darkness Scott tried to look for the light cord in a futile effor. The power was out, how would that work anyways. Scoot reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He searched every corner of the basement with that little phone and found no one.

"Did they go somewhere, no dad's car is still hre. Where they rescued? That has to be it," thoughts were just racing through his head.

Scott made his way to the steps when something caught his foot. It was a dumbbell that must've fallen off the bar from the vibration. Scott went right down onto the concrete flor and onto his face. He picked himself up and felt a warm fluid flowing on his face and the smell of iron.

"I think I broke my nose."

Even more careful that before, while leaning back to stop the blood flow, Scott made his way back up the stair and into the Hell. Scott saw an emergency vehicle and made his way toward it. He was met by a worker who asked why he wasn't in school but then saw his nose and seemed to forget. They put him on the pack of their truck and shoved some stuff up his nose to stop the bleeding.

He looked to his right, then his left. He saw a couple, old enough to be his parents age, covered in dust gripping each other. Focusing on them now, Scott saw that they were his own parents. No longer caring for his own safety Scott ran toward his parents. He was in their arms like he was a little kid, he didn't care how old he was, just that they were safe.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" asked his father.

"Dad," Scott smiled and hugged his father. He never thought about letting go.

So what did you think, what needs to be fixed, are there any typos, tell me.