On Friday night we had an earthquake. We slept under the table. All of glasses broke and my Mum’s lamp got smashed. The chimney bent over. Our TV was on an angle. I felt scared. The house was shaking like mad. Our neighbours came and checked what happened to our house and told us to turn off the gas and also turn off everything else. I didn’t know what it was at first but now I do it was an earthquake. I watched TV a guy fell out of the house and got heaps of bruises on his back. I got sick of earthquakes going every five minutes. I just hate it don’t you? It was on the news hundreds of times. I wanted to watch cartoons but Mum was watching it. Then suddenly, “Earthquake!” my Mum shouted. “Not again,” I said.