Daisy
I just finished my last class when the earthquake hit. I was alone in my classroom on the third floor of a 5-floor building. The structure was old and I was half-relieved that students have cleared the building and half-fearing for my life because of debatable structural integrity.
I dodged under my desk as the quake shook the entire campus and held on to it. I heard students, faculty members, administrators and others screaming and running in panic. The walls around me started cracking and pieces of concrete fell off from the cement roof above me.
I seriously thought the building would collapse on me and that was it. It's true what they say, my whole life flashed before me. I traveled back in time to my once happy childhood, my father's death, the failed domestic life with mom t
