Tsunami

Samoa was once a place where holidays dreams came true. The water was glistening in the blazing sun, warm and refreshing. The sand was warm between your toes, tickling you as you walked down the beach.

All this changed in one day. Tuesday the Island turned upside. The water was sucked out to sea, then suddenly came rushing towards the village of Samoa, where the people where happy and helpful.
  
I started to run to higher ground yelling at others on the way to do the same. Some people followed but others where already gone, swept out to the sea. We stayed at the the top of the island, for what seemed for ages. Some people where starting to walk back down to their village homes, looking for what was left. Barely anything was untouched by the tsunami. I started to go and look for my belongings, but nothing was left. It was all out at sea. As I gave up looking for my belongings, my friends came round the corner looking scared, but still pleased to see me. They had survived with only a few cuts and bruises.

After we knew we where all here, we started to ask devastated villages if they wanted help finding belongings or loved ones. They where happy for us to help, but we didn't find anyone. A few hours later we gave up and went to the rescue centre to get some of what was left, food. We felt better, but still devastated at what had happened to the island only a couple hours ago.

Evening was coming and we where starting to get cold and hungry. The Red Cross had only just arrived and only had enough food and clothes for some of the villagers. They offered us some food and a blanket each, but we refused to take it. The other villagers needed more than us. They had gone through more than us.

As night dawned on us, we settled down in the rescue centre and tried to get some sleep after what had happened to us. Villagers who lost had their family and friends cried themselves to sleep.

By Hannah D