Personal Narrative: A Short Story: Usain Bolt's Heart

As my mum and I walk out of the salty water onto the soft sand I feel the sun beaming down onto my shoulder making it sizzle like a burn. I quickly walk to my day bed and pull out my towel from my bag. Once I finish drying the water off my body I lay out my towel on my day bed, and begin to put on my sunglasses. As I look up from my sunglasses, I see my mums face in shock staring at the horizon. I rapidly swing my head to see what she was so stunned by. My mouth drops in fear.
“Tsunami” yells the lifeguard in the yellow tower.
I begin to panic. Everyone screams in horror. I run straight through the huge crowd of screaming people dodging every child that steps in my way, trying to reach elevated ground. As I find a mountain about 1 kilometre
I bolt past them, running through crowds of people, faster than Usain Bolt has ever run. I dodge past trees and dash past many buildings until I reach the beginning of the hill. My legs start to slow down and my heart feels like its beating out of my chest, I try to run quickly. Pushing myself up the tremendous hill. Huffing and puffing like I'm in a triathlon. I'm halfway there. I stop, panting like a dog on a hot summers day. My heart suddenly sinks in sorrow, I realise I lost my mum. Tears begin to stream down my face I drop to the ground praying that my gorgeous mum is safe, as the first tsunami wave smashes the shore colliding beach chairs and sinking umbrellas in a tangled mess. I see the people get swept up off their feet drowning in the power of the wave, hitting rocks and broken glass. As I think about my mum, I know she wants me to stay safe. So I run faster up the hill, as I sadly watch the people down below. My legs begin to feel like jelly jiggling all over a plate, I become unsteady and loose my balance tripping over a stick, my foot gets stuck in a nearby hole. The second wave comes in. I see it in the corner of my eye. I try to rapidly squeeze my leg out of the hole, scrambling like a worm on a hook. The big blue wave builds up in height it's heading for the mountain, ready to break on me. I close my eyes. Waiting patiently. Listening to the sound of the wind gusting on my
Breathing every chance I get. Scattered debris fills the water, I lay as close to the ground as I can trying not to get sliced. I'm panicking, I'm struggling to breath… The wave begins to lower, it dies down and washes away. As I close my eyes I start to feel the heavy water evaporate off my body, while I lay on the destroyed mountain. I'm coughing and coughing, spitting out filthy water, trying to breath. I hear footsteps coming closer to me, I slowly try to open my eyes. I faintly see a man bending down in front of me. He lifts me up and holds my body. I open my