Katrina 05

I am a Katrina Survior and I am only 11 years old. My name is Cayla and I live at 40923 Boothville, Louisiana Yeah I know what your thinking Disaster area right. Even after the storm when I go and visit there I feel in my place like that's where I belong even though nuthings normal I feel normal like nuthings changed even though it has.All my friends are hours apart from me but we stand together we don't give up hope about soon living just a mile or two apart.We talk on the phone all the time and rack up massive cell phone bill talking about what is going on in each others lives so read below about my Home before and after Katrina 05.

Home Before Katrina : )

Home was perfect, a typical day for me was: go to school, then cheerleading, helping with flag and my friends. Lindsay was my "gurl", Heidi was my BFF aka Best friend forever , DJ was like comedy centural non-stop, and Jo was like my girl to Hang wit.J.V. was awesome too the pyramids, cheers, dancing, my coach. School was all-time the best my locker, all my techers.Science, S.S., Reading, English, recess and Duh Lunch!!My life was perfect yeah you heard me perfect! I mean come home , go to my room turn up my jamz and chill, What could be better than that.Boy was that my life.On HOME football games Junior Varsity cheered at pepralliesso awesome.Things like Home-coming, field-day, and school dances.P-E-R-F-E-C-T Perfect!!!!!"Home" My Boyfriend, Jared, Heidi's crush Trey, New Life Church on Sunday nights All I can say is who ever wrote the Quote "There's no Place Like Home" Well You go Girl you are so right that's all I have to Say!!!!!!!!

Above is a picture of my school Boothville-Venice High School under at least 20 feet of water days after Katrina

Katrina Devistation is Destructional and Devistating to me and my Family and Friends

Home after Katrina : (

Well my school's there but "Home" ugh Home, mud, water, and DI-SASTER!Everything's collapsed , broken, or just to ugly to look at. I mean canes, snakes, broken homes, but still homes .I mean I can't explain how everything was so wrong but it felt so right.Like the feeling you get when you enter the town where your life was disasterized or not it felt good. But, not being able to play at the park or go to my school every day was disater enough but, looking into my home was worse.It had trouble written all over it, from 6" of mud to creepy crawly creatures.Sometimes all you want to do is scream but your anger and disapointment only makes it harder to do anything but look and watch the disaster of Katrina 05.

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