I watch a Blur of people running and, screaming for there dear life. Some caring, sacks of goods, trying to save some things from home.
But I, my self could do nothing, but stand there and watch in Aw, as the great black smoke rose, from the volcano. At the time I was amazed, seeing all the ash around me, sticking out my tongue to eat some. I was an orphan, if it wasnât for the heroic soul, that ...