Arthur was standing right behind me with a bloody arm but nothing seem to be broken. "Please help me get my little brother out under the rock" he started to cry. We both ran to his brother's room in panic. His brother was under a medium sized rock but still looked painful. His named was Michael, Arthur had mentioned him once before. Michael was passed out with tears running down cheeks. I tried to lift the rock but I couldn't even get an inch off of him.
Arthur came over with fear in his eyes and tried to pick it up by himself and didn't succeed. He tried again and this time I went over to help him and we got the rock to go off of Michael about fives inches and so we put the rock a few feet away. I bent down to Michael and he wasn't moving. I put my ear to his chest and heard nothing... I looked up to Arthur and shook my head. He started crying and silently screaming.
I went back to my house and started sweeping away the little rocks that fell from the ceiling. I felt so ruined and so empty I couldn't think. Once I got to my fathers room I saw a arm under a huge rock with blood all over it. I ran to my mom and cried. Too much was happening and I wanted it to all stop.
The next morning there was another earthquake but larger. I was fed up with this. I ran to Olivia's room, grabbed her, ran to Max's room, grabbed his hand with my free arm and ran outside. I sat them on the fountain and ran back inside to get my mother. As soon as I entered the house the earthquake stopped.
My mom was curled up in the corner of her room rocking back and fourth murmuring "no...no...no!" I grabbed her arm and walked her outside.
