Summer. It was a hot, sunny day in Los Angeles. My parents were at work and my brothers were in their rooms. I was sitting in the living room, eating chocolate cake. It was in the middle of summer, so school had not yet begun. As I grabbed the control to turn on the TV, the ground started to shake. It grew stronger and the ground started to shake. It grew stronger and stronger until a sudden, stop. I froze for a few seconds not knowing what to do. I got up and ran to see what my brothers were doing. They were also alerted by it. We took the phone and ran outside.
A few minutes later, my parts called as we went back in. They wanted to see how we were. We turned on the TV. There had been a 4.2 magnitude earthquake. As I tried to call my grandmother, the phone did not work since the lines were all busy. Even the newspeople on the TV were frightened. As we calmed down, we all went back to what we were doing.
The rest of the day went usual, but we still had some part of within ourselves frightened. A few days later, news came that it had been a slide on the San Andreas fault. Things got back to normal.
School had started. Period one finished and I headed for my next class. Going upstairs to my second class, the ground started to shake again. We all fell down as it continued. The students on the stairs were unlucky as they fell back on each other. Fortunately, it was crowded and no one hit their head and got hurt. Then the sprinklers turned on and everyone got wet. Students were screaming and running outside. More students got hurt from the others running on them than the earthquake itself. We all went to the field and stayed there for more than 3 hours till they sent everyone home as an emergency.