Hello, my name is Trent, I am 13 years old and something terrible is happened in my life and I luckily lived. If you are reading this book you have survived. Now I will tell you my side of the story.
One day when me and best friend Julio were going to school alone, as usual. We had stop by our lockers and drop our stuff off. Our school wasn't the wealthiest school but we could live. Then we had to go to our first period class, which was history class. As our teacher babbled on about our next project that I didn't really care about, Julio and I started talking about my dream last night.
"I had the craziest dream last night it was about me and you and all I could here was sirens going off and I could smell smoke and I felt really woozy and then we woke up and the bulding was burning to the ground," I said to him.
"What?" he questioned.
"Crazy right," I told him.
Our techer kept talking about our project when Julio and I went to get a drink of water from the fountain. When we were walking down the hall the ground started to shake. Julio and I dropped down to the ground thinking that it was an earthquake becuase then again we do live in California. We heard screams from all over and I heard walking up and down the stairs along with groaning and moaning. After that it was all a blur until I woke up.
