It was a bright day and perfect for playing outside. I ran outside with my soccer ball and started dribbling it around the yard, while my sister, Iris, was drawing with chalk on the driveway. All was quiet and delightful until there were loud and obnoxious sounds heard in the distance. The sounds became more and more closer and eventually, I could hear the screams of other people, most likely fleeing from the sound or whatever it was. My mother told Iris and I to get back inside, and we obeyed, scared of what was coming our way.