My family and I are going to visit Santiago capital of Chile in September. I´m going to listen to music in the house of my uncles. My mother is going to speak whit my uncles. My brothers are going to watch TV. We are going to go to sleep.
At 3:25 am all people are going to begin at screams: “Earthquake!”, “Help!” I´m going to get up immediately, afraid.
I´m going to go down the stairs, but the earthquake is very strong. I´m not going to move of the stair. My sister is going to run to the kitchen, and she is going to shout to my brothers. They are going to get under the table. My mother is going to look a lamp, because the light is going to go out. The house is going to shake from side to side. My mother is going to says: "Keep calm!”
The earthquake is going to stop. My brothers are going to go under the table. My mother is going to open the door and we all are going to go to the street. The people are going to begin to learn their homes. We are going to walk down the street, and I´m going to see the street split in two. The mountain is going to collapsed. My mother is going to pull out a radio. We are going to begin listen:
“We are going to sad awakening of Chile, a strong earthquake is going to affects Santiago, measuring 8.8 Richter. Collapse of hills in various parts of the country”
We aren´t going to believe what happen. We are going to afraid by the earthquake. I´m going to realize don´t have water.
After the earthquake we are going to in shock. The days we are going to return to Cananea city.