When the earthquake started, it was very scary. Dad got Charli and Mum got me. Charli was holding on to the covers, so Dad was trying to pull the bunk bed, the mattress and Charli. Mum woke me up and we stood under the doorway for ages and ages. Then Dad needed to go to the toilet. On his way he got the headlamp then Isabella came round. Isabella brought blankets and a cover over. Finally it was morning. All the olive oil and cocoa were mixed together. (oh yuk) Unfortunately Dads grandads trophy broke. Once at last we could go out to look at the mess the annoying earthquake made. It was our Open Home Day on Sunday and we hadn’t tidied up everything. (Oh no!!!) During every aftershock I kept yelling out, “Mum!” because I was scared. I felt scared because I have never had an earthquake before.