As the stairs collapse only the pole stands. Safidi and her Mum were having a conversation about moving because the walls and the doorless doorway was mouldy, like mouldy bread and looked like a pigsty.

“Please Mum I hate this house and all the moss on the wall’’

Safidi and her mum lived right next to the beach where there was heaps of tsunamis, speaking of tsunamis a tsunami was heading straight for Safidi’s house.

THE END

By Luke Stewart