Earthquake ! Earthquake !" The word thudded in my brain. A roaring sound filled my ears.I tried to slide beneath my desk. The desk did a wild tap dance, slipping, and sliding towards the centre of the room. I twisted my body and grabbed at the windowsill behind me, somehow kicking free of my dancing chair.I tried to stand. My legs skated away as if on a bucking escalator.
My fingers fumbled and held the windowsill tightly. Somewhere through the roar sounded the terrified scream of some wounded animal. I looked behind me and tried to steady my gaze on the other kids but the scene was a dizzy nightmare. Some of the class was sitting in the middle of the room, surounded by chairs and desks. One girl was sceaming. A boy was trying to claw across the floor to the door in a crazy over arm crawl.
My grip froze me to the windowsill.
I babbled aloud."I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Save me.I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready!"
I hunched forward on my knees and pressed my face against my clenched fingers. I looked at the backs of my fingers and stupidly noticed the fragile pale hairs growing out of the pores. The fingers would soon cease to exist. Somehow the impending horror of m,y death was too terrible to even cry about.
Suddenly, I became aware that the rocking had ceased. Perhaps, I wasn't going to die.
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