Haiti Idea

I'd never been left by myself until then. Mama just needed to go and get something for dinner, there was nothing in the house you see. I didn't want her to go, but she promised she'd come back before I could say coconut flapjack.

It was then that the birds all started shrieking. It was a piercing sound; the sort made when you scrape you nails down my teachers black board. It worried me, but I thought nothing of it, they'd been doing that over the last few days anyway.

I carried on looking out the window, waiting for mama to come back, when; I could have sworn on my papa's life that the glass started to quiver. And by the time I'd established it had, it had started. The window, it began to shatter, not breaking, but the crack got bigger and bigger. I jumped up, only to be hit in the back of the head with mama's best china, being ripped of the wall. It was only then that I really realized what was going on.

I raced over to the table, dodging the china, the glasses, even the birds; they'd got out of their cage you see, before I got there. I'd only just realised, that mama, wasn't there.