I was asphyxiating inside the classroom and feeling drowsy while my teacher taught the lesson. Outside, the sun was scorching, shooting its rays through the windows, directly onto our skin. I was sweating and uncomfortable to say the least. 'd had a delicious lunch, and with my appetite satisfied, I was in a daze, nearly falling asleep at my desk. As my eyes got heavier, I was suddenly brought to attention by a pile of books falling off the teacher's desk and crashing loudly on the floor. .
It was abrupt and the other students and I looked around in shock as the classroom began to shake and the floor began to roll like ocean wave. In a split second, a jolt seemed to drive right up my spine, causing a sharp pain in my head. My eyes darted up to the ceiling, moving and shifting, beginning to buckle from the constant shaking.
Cracks appeared in the concrete ceiling, and small pieces of it began breaking off and crashing down on us. was being which I knew was going to crack down in any second. Hastily, my frozen legs got back the senses. I stood up despite the horrendous giddiness ruling over my head and struggled for a way to leave. A slice of fear stabbed through my gut, making my stomach clench and knot, warmth seemed to fade from my trembling body leaving me horribly cold and feeling isolated, confined and completely alone. And then I heard the very thing I never wanted to hear again.
A deep throaty rumble sounded from beneath my feet, erupting from the earth's core; the kind of noise one hears when boulders break loose and tumble from the cliffs, roaring down the slopes, gaining speed and force like the waves of a tsunami. The reverberating growl was long, low and deep, coming from below me as if it were a beast devouring its prey. .
The walls caved in, the door swung open and splintered off its hinges as the violence twisted and buckled the door frame. And the floor continued to roll beneath my feet like waves of tile and concrete.
