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 wasn’t for the heroic soul, that grabbed my hand and, wouldn’t let go till we were far enough, I probably would have bin star eyed till the lava ate me up.

When I finally realized what was going on, I joined others, tear struck eyes, in watching our city burn. My home my playground me streets, all bing

Devoured slowly by the read hot glowing sludge.