The Earthquake
part 1
Tired, hungry and out of breath I struggled up the chocolate coloured wooden stairs into the dusty apartment my grandmother left me in her will. The apartment stood on the top floor of a twenty story building that was barely still standing due to recent earthquakes and the fact that it was nearly two-hundred years old. I struggled to the kitchen filled with pots and pans left out from numerous occasions in recent weeks. As I drew nearer to the small cupboard containing glasses and mugs the door flew open and knocked me out cold. What I didn't know was that an earthquake had just erupted and the building had fallen down and the twentieth floor specificly had sunk deep underground.
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