San Francisco - Original Writing

Mama grabbed Sarah in her arms and ran out of the room. The look on her face scared me. I pulled the covers up over my

Smith waiting frantically, “Gosh Isiah you scared me, you’re lucky I covered for you guys”

We drove up the coast to San Fransisco and it took forever! Someone broke in, I got promoted and we saw the Phillies lose to the Dodgers. I got stuck in the airport for 2 days, we found Randy’s donuts and stayed in an airstream in the middle of Malibu.

The first few seconds of your first earthquake are disconcerting. You don’t know what’s happening. The undulation, the noise, the inability to focus -- it’s all disconcerting. But once you’ve been in a few, you know the feeling. You don’t relax, but you don’t panic, either.

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

Today I began reading with the book called I Survived. The book is in 1906. It tells you about an earthquake about San Francisco.What happened was Leo and Fletch were in the basement and they saw stuff shaking and they knew it was an earthquake because they seen on the news and it was a warning and that’s why they went down to the basement.Bonnie was scared of the earthquake because she never been in an earthquake.

“My dau--- My daughter was in this hospital,” I mumbled, “My daughter WHERE IS SHE!” I jumped out of my seat, but my leg gave out and I fell to the ground.

“From what the reports have said, mainly bruises and a few cuts,” he said, feeling uncomfortable under the doctor’s scrutiny.

San Francisco is a city of Uber and Lyft riders; other cities must have been an after-thought. But don’t trust my possibly-biased observation. So far, I only drove in a few cities though I sampled enough of Northern California--who needs other states when there is California, and its crown jewel city, San Francisco, the city by the bay. Known for the good food, Instagram-friendly nature scenes, mural arts, and of course, steep hills that require bravery of anyone who attempts to drive on them.

Before I even knew it, a bunch of people crowds around like it was a crime scene. I then left the area with a group of concerned people by my side. That’s when my mom chimes in, “ARE YOU OKAY!?” my mom yelled with concern.

“I’m sorry, but your parents are dead,” she replied. “The system overheated and the engine blew up. The fire started in the front of the car, and your parents couldn’t do anything about it. You were lucky that somebody called the fire department in time to get there, before you got burned down to your bone.”

I open my eyes for the very first time. I’m in a strange white room. I’m looking up at Mom. Even though I’ve never known the word, or any word, I know it now. Who else could that lady be but Mom?

He was visibly observed to be in pain during the interview as he was holding his left elbow with the laceration,

When she finally caught her breath and was not crying anymore, my parents asked her “What happened?”

Normally I would be bouncing off the walls waiting for my mom to unlock the car doors. But not that day. That day was different. That day I was climbing through the back seats begging not to get out of the car.