Oh no, what'll be next? Honestly, this is so scary! I go to open the the door, but I cant, it's jammed! Oh, no, I really do think I'm going to die now!
"Help!" I call out, pounding on the door. "Help us! Please! Somebody help, we're trapped and can't get out! Help us, please, somebody help us! Please help, somebody, anybody, help!" Soon we are all hitting the door with our palms, expect for Lucy, who sits on a chair and holds her forehead. I turn around and walk over and eventually we have all lost hope, and we stand in a circle and hold hands, and as the water rises, we are lifted with it. We get higher and higher up an I feel Ruby squeeze my hand, and I look at her sadly.
"Sorry, if I was ever mean to you. I didn't realise how important family is. I do now." She says.
"Me too. I'm sorry." I say. I glance down and see something shimmer silver and red. It could be...
"My necklace!" I yelp, and let go of Ruby and Eleanor's hands, and prepare to swim down. I feel something tap the top my head and realise it is the ceiling.
"Luna! No, Luna don't!" I hear Eleanor shout, but I ignore her and swim down to it. Anyway, if I die, then I want it to be doing something that will kill me, not jut letting myself die, and it's a choice of those two. I reach the necklace and start swimming up, but run out of oxegen, and I see my while life lash before my eyes, the day Ruby was born, holidays, family, first day of school, moving to Australia, old friends, friends I have now, how my mum used to say to climb out the window if there was ever a fire... that's it! Windows! I use the last of my breath as I swim over tho the widow and open it. The water levels go down as it gushes out the window and I see everyone gasp for air as they can breathe again. I try to climb out, but everything starts to fade away, and go blank... like a TV screen with no connection, almost...

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Natural Disaster (ON HOLD)
AksiLuna is a normal teenaged girl who moved to Australia in year seven. In GCSE's she will have to survive through a series of natural disasters. I wrote this ages ago, when I was still in year seven. Beware, it is very cringy and cheersy and overall n...