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  • "Harper! You still have to go to school you know!"
  • I scanned my city slowly, taking in every part of the wreckage. Buildings I had walked in hundreds of times were reduced to nothing but rubble and ruin, again. Sometimes.. I really hated living in San Francisco, California. Yesterday, another earthquake shook our city upside down leaving almost the entire city to crumbles and ashes. But this time, it was different. The seismic pulses that threw us around were levels that had never been seen before. Never before.  
  • Everyone could feel the vibrations from our feet to the tip of our head, yet we didn't think it could do something so catastrophic. The Golden Gate Bridge collapsed. A famous, American landmark that has stood on this Earth since 1933 has collapsed, down into the deep unknown waters of the Pacific Ocean. There's something more that just that happening though. Something that nobody quite understands. There was a deafening crack that thundered for miles through the silence of our town. It happened eight hours after the earthquake had ended. 
  • Once I had peeled my eyes away from the window, I moved very slowly towards my lumpy mattress and plopped down all while pondering what this earthquake meant for our city. Was there really something more going on than what we thought? My wandering mind was interrupted by the shriek of my mother from down the hall. Even though the earthquake caused a lot of damage, my school just happened to survive. Great. 
  • "Harper, you must be loony, I have no clue what you're talking about."
  • Once my mom kicked me out the door, I began my long, tiring walk to school. As I was turning the corner by the rusty, old bench, I suddenly felt as if my legs were jell-o. The concrete suddenly began convulsing rhythmically and small rocks from the street began to fly up. My heart pounded in my chest, but as I tried to run, I couldn't. My legs were frozen in place. As soon as this realization came to me, the ground instantaneously stopped rattling. I exhaled a breath of relief and sprinted the rest of the way to school. 
  • Once I reached the school grounds, I spotted Griffin from across the yard hanging over by the flag pole. Griffin Whittman was my best friend of eight years. He was very thin, and had very long, extended legs which made him tower over me at 6,5. His eyes were of the bluest oceans and his hair was a blonde mess atop his head. As soon as I spotted him, we both headed inside to get right to first hour post haste.
  • Once we reached first hour, I quickly scuttled over to Griffin's seat and told him about my morning encounter. He glanced at me like I was insane, laughed and told me I was probably just in shock from last night. Suddenly, this overwhelming sense of being watched sent goosebumps crawling up my arms. My eyes darted around the classroom and landed on a guy I had never seen before. He had jet black hair and eyes that appeared to be gray. Before I could process anything, the bell rang and I slowly dragged my feet back to my seat.
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