Author's Note: I may or may not have written this and another chapter in class...but I swear, I was paying attention. Mostly.
Earthquake!
This morning, I woke up to a quiet and still that was slightly unnerving, in an almost inexplicable way. As it was about six in the morning, I didn't expect my housemates to be up so the lack of noise was expected but something seemed off and…eerie. I glanced at Artie but he was in a deep sleep and, therefore, not aware of anything beyond his dream world (which must have been a pleasant place because he was smiling). I decided to get up and make breakfast (I'm not the best cook but I can make a pretty decent omelet and am also good at heating up those frozen hash browns in the microwave) when kitty jumped off the end of our bed and skittered across the floor, hitting the wall, then backed up and attempted to climb it. Did she think she was Spider-Kitty? Maybe that could be her new name… Then she did an about face and raced toward the door, almost immediately scratching it, just as the dogs outside started to howl.
By this point, I was officially freaked out and had determined that something was definitely wrong. But nobody else was even awake, all in peaceful slumber. Taking a breath, I made my way, rather courageously, in my opinion, into the living room, kitty dancing at my heels when everything started to…shake.
At first, I didn't understand what was happening. All I knew was that I was scared.
It had just occurred to me that it was an earthquake, seconds in, when Santana darted into the living room, in Hello Kitty pajamas, while Matt exited the boys' room gripping a baseball bat, followed by a wide eyed Mike. Leaving them, I ran back to mine and Artie's room, arriving just as the quake had ended. Artie was sitting up, hands clenching the bed sheet. Our eyes met and then I was in his lap, our arms winding around each other, holding on tight. Kitty jumped up on the bed and started rubbing against us, purring, as if she had already forgotten the whole ordeal, which she probably had.
Eventually, we made our way into the living room, where everyone expect Finn (he was, incredibly, still sleeping) was watching the news.
The earthquake had been a 3 something on the Richter scale and had lasted 30 something seconds. It sure had seemed like a lot longer than that.
None of us had experienced an earthquake before and we felt proud to have survived it, though when I got to work, later that morning (I was a little late but my boss let it slide since I had never felt an earthquake before - he sort of laughed at me, but in a good natured way), Kendra made fun of me.
God, I hate her.
