In Canterbury on Saturday there was an earthquake. I got thrown out of my bed as if a humongous giant picked me up and threw me. We ran fast to the doorway. Rachel said, “I am scared.” Mum said, “It is not safe here. We need to go under the table.” So we carefully walked to the table. Next my Mum got the mattresses. Then she put them around the table so if any glass breaks it won’t go under the table. “It is starting to rumble again I said.” I heard glass breaking. Crack crack crack. “I wonder what’s breaking,” I said. Mum got warm blankets and drink bottles. I thought of using candles. There was a few aftershocks after the powerful earthquake. I felt safe because our table is strong.