Lightning Statistic

Maize had been an ordinary tween. The storm changed that.

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A girl is struck by lightning, yet wakes up perfectly fine.

Now that Maize was out on her own, nobody could tell her to stay inside. It was so liberating to feel the rain pelt her face. The drops were like thousands of ping-pong balls bouncing off her skin. It made Maize feel exhilarated, like she was truly alive.

Then, there was a sensation like goosebumps. All of Maize's hair stood on end. Suddenly she was burning with light. The internal burning spread and arced like a tree growing at trillions of times its normal speed.

Sirens, then darkness for a time. Finally, Maize woke up. There were beeping monitors, an IV drip line tugged at her skin as she tried to shift.
"Easy there baby," that voice was so warm. Her mother was sitting at the foot of her bed.

Maize looked at her mom. "What happened to me?" She asked.

The gentle warm pressure of mom's hand squeezing her leg through the blanket was comforting. Her mother's eyes shimmered with tears as she spoke. "You were struck by lightning," she said. "I got the call a few hours ago. The doctors told me to prepare for the worst. I'm so glad you woke up, Maize."

Thats what that burning light had been? A rush of feelings rendered Maize speechless. She merely leaned forward and hugged her mom.

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