Haiti Story
I was wandering the streets of my town, travelling my mind. I traveled in my mind so much, that when I ever I felt or heard something, I thought it was my imagination. I felt the ground vibrate, and thought that was not real. I tried to ignore the vibrating, until it happened again.
I took a few steps, and the vibration of the ground happened once more, except it was harder this time, and my body started to shake, and I saw a building crumble! I did not want it to be what I thought it was until I was more buildings crumble, and I saw bodies fall from those buildings. “EARTH QUAKE!!!” I yelled.
I tried to get somewhere where I thought was safe, but before I reached there, rubble fell on me. I was stuck, hurt, and I could not run to somewhere safe. Somehow, I was still alive, but all I could do was wait for this horrible disaster to end. Wait…and wait some more, is all I could do!
A few hours later, I was rescued. I got up, dusted myself off, and I looked around. I saw all the buildings broken, and more people killed then I imagined. It was awful. The sight of destruction. The smell of dust, blood, and corpses. The sound of people crying, and the feel of being on the verge of dying. So awful…
A few days later, I heard people were raising money to help us. That made me feel so good inside. The news of those still living in Haiti will not die was the basically the greatest thing to hear.