My holiday earthquake.

I had been down in Wellington for most of my holidays and on the 21 of July at 5:09 I got the fright of my life. I was sitting with my cousin Ella in her room. We all of a sudden felt a shake and the cabinet in her room rattling our beds started to shake and so did the floor underneath us, my uncle yelled "get under the desk kids!" Ella hid under the desk and I went under the door way. My heart was pumping and I was scared out of my shorts, I saw a trophy fall from the cabinet the house rocked and then it suddenly had came to a stop. I ran down stair afterwards and my cousin got hit my the oxford dictionary but he was ok it was really funny.  It was an earthquake. I was shaking for that hole day I couldn't sleep for two nights! Lucky we had a few little earthquakes before the 6.5 one so we had a plan when the big one came. The next morning there was another one and my dad had come down from tauranga and he was so excited that he felt an earthquake because it was his first earthquake. It was really exciting but scary at the time. They Made a big deal about it on the news but it wasn't as bad as they said.