I Was There Moca Art Institute
Dwinie T. Belledent North Miami Senior High 12th Grade
January 12th, 2010 was the worst day of my life. What happened that day changed me forever and I will never be the same. It started like a normal day. I woke up frustrated as usual, skipped breakfast, kissed my mom good bye and hopped into my dad’s car. I remember the monstrous traffic on my way to school, worrying about being late.
I was confused. I remember asking myself: What was that? Why is there so much dust in the air and I can not breathe? Why are so many people screaming?”
I remember wishing chemistry class was over, I recall being happy when the 3:30 bell rang. School was finally over, I thought. I said good bye to my friends without knowing it would be the I remember what I had seen in movies about earthquakes: the ground last time I would see them. moving, the houses swaying. Then it If only I had known that an earthquake all made sense to me. An earthquake had struck. The dust was from colwould destroy everything I knew and lapsed buildings, and the screams loved, there are so many things I were from trapped people. would have done differently. When I got home from school, I threw my bag on the floor and went to bed. Something woke me up, the wall next to my bed was moving back and forth. My heart was beating so fast.
I was horrified, but I did not show it. I did not want to scare my little brother and sister. We sat on the grass in the yard, far away from the house. We were too scared to move.
I sat there and stared at the wall as if paralyzed. I heard my dad screaming my name, but for some reason I could not move. Finally, he came in and dragged me out of the house.
We did not cry when our mom did not come home from work three hours later. We did not cry when we got word that my mom’s office building was in rubbles. We held each other’s hands and prayed just like she taught us to do.
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