“Get under something, the earthquake is here!”
As we moved, the roof started to come down, I’m under the table and I see things Falling.
Gradually, things started to move. At this stage I am very scared something could fall on my head and I could die. Soon the earthquake stopped and everything stopped moving. I slowly came out when something dropped right on my head, then I was knocked out. When I woke up I was in a hospital. I saw my mum, dad and my sister crying. When I looked up, they saw me, I started to cry, soon my sad tears became happy tears.
An earthquake is an excellent setting for a story with this week’s prompt, Emily. I like the changes in pace in your story. First the worry, then it is OK when you are under the table, and then is all goes wrong again! I like the way too that you change the sad tears to happy tears. I’m so glad there was a happy ending.