When I got home I went straight to my moms office in the very back of our house, barely taking time to put my backpack down by the front door. I was very pissed off at the moment.
But before I got there there was a sudden rumbling that shook the whole house very harshly. I screamed out of surprise and just stood there frozen with shock. The shaking caused pictures to fall off the walls and and my house literally started cracking open. The wall to my left in the family room had a huge spider web crack going up it and there were a few missing chunks so I could see into our back yard. But the shaking was still going. What was this? Was it a earthquake? I was pretty sure it was. I thought about my mom, snapped out of it and started running to her office. When I got there, after falling down a couple times, I saw there was parts of the ceiling on top of her desk and under that was my mom who wasn't making any noise, at least none that I could hear over the loud noise coming from all of my house and probably more houses falling apart.
"MOM!" I screamed and ran over to her trying to remove some debris from on top of her but, even with all my Waterpolo muscle and glory, I couldn't even move some of it.
"Mom! Talk to me mom!"
Nothing.
I tried to pull her out without moving anything but she didn't even budge. Then, I made the mistake to look down. There was a pool of blood spilling out of the bottom of the ceiling pile, my moms blood.
"Mom... Mom PLEASE ANSWER ME!" I said tears started to pour out of my eyes. I had to do something, anything. I realized that I wasn't going to help at all so I tried to run and go get my phone from my bag, in the very front of the house, but there was debris falling from the ceiling.
Next thing I know, I get hit hard in the head and fall down. Unconsciousness taking over before I even hit the ground.
Ok hey ppl! I know it's super short, like SUPER short, but I haven't updated in like a couple months so I just wanted to get something up. Um yeah ok thx to probably the only person reading this!
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They Call me a Pear
DiversosHartley has always had issues ever since she was a kid, especially with her weight. She never thought much of it until one day in 8th grade when her mom called her a pear. Ever since then she has tried everything to become what society sees as...
