It was a sunny day at Hawaii Beach. My friends and I were playing football at the shore, almost touching the freezing water from the sea. In Hawaii, the water was always crystal White, almost invisible, and the corals as black as the night sky. In the water, we could see them miles away from the beach. Between these corals, dazzling fishes! Each a different tone of colour. The one I most liked of course was a clown fish. It reminded me of Nemo, with its orange and white stripes. This I saw when I swam near the coral reef in my morning swim.
In our last day in the beach, the fishes were close to the shore. The tide was low. The dog I saw in my way in sprinted like a bullet in the air. As soon as we got to the beach, we didn't see anything, we didn’t hear anything, we didn’t know anything, but I had a bad feeling about it. I felt it in my lungs; I could breathe it, DANGER.
I looked towards the water saw something remarkable. The water got sucked to the middle of the ocean faster than before. A wall, a huge wall, of water appeared to come closer. I remembered that I ran for my life with my friend. I knew they were right behind as we ran towards the tallest building. Too late, the tsunami got hold of my back. It felt like a hammer smashing my head, my back. I became unconscious.
One month later I woke-up in a local hospital. Desperately asked for my friends. I started to remember. The doctor said that they were fine and that I was the last one to Wakeup. When I got out of the bad were I lay, I had to practice walking again because my legs were dormant. My life got normal again.