Mexican Earthquake Narrative

I live in the city of Pasadena, in California with my parents. It is my birthday tomorrow. I am turning 9. My dad works at the farmer’s market and I help him because we do not have enough money. All the money goes towards the basics and necessities to feed ourselves. Today like all other days, my mother was preparing breakfast for us while I read the local newspaper; the same old stories of minor earthquakes that are ongoing. However, this time they had predicted an earthquake that could possibly cause a significant amount of damage. I got frightened, so I ask my mother and she replies: “We are alright, don’t worry. The news isn’t warning us to evacuate. Where would we go anyway with what little money we have? The volcano is said to be dormant
I stood in the corner of the room forlorn and puzzled. My parents searched elsewhere; somewhere isolated and far from the epicentre. They found me a room that was vacant and diminutive. Thus, my parents left in a hasten manner. Mum says “We will be back sweetheart...take care!” gasping for air. I reply “Where are you going?” and Dad answers “Stay seated. It’s dangerous out there!” Suddenly, my heart hammers rapidly and my body cannot quit trembling. I stare through the window beside me through a telescope, in the far distance I see the city falling apart and crashing down hastily. It has been 1 and half hours. Relentless thoughts run through my head “Where are my parents? What do I do?” I put my head down on the table in front of me and close off the outside world and I take deep breaths to regain my
Where is everyone? As I look through the window, my eyes fixate on brutal, intolerable to look at bodies with blood dripping unceasingly with some bodies cut through and mouth filled with anguish. There are no buildings. All demolished into tiny pieces. I quickly close my eyes but the same images reminisce through my head. I would like to get out of this room. I step outside, hold my breath in tightly and look directly up, only up so I cannot see any gruesome bodies. However, when I take each step, I inadvertently stepped on one’s leg. So, I begin to look down. I keep walking until I see a decent, safe place. I stop. I stop walking. I try not to hesitate, although my heart skips a beat numerously. I fall on the floor unintentionally, I see both of them. I cannot endure it, I solemnly walk