August 21


The soft sun was against my face I stared up at Mount Vesuvius it was a live active volcano I just started at this amazing fire spitting contraption then the ground started shaking

“Hey! why is my butt getting a massage” Olivia yelled

“What do you mean” I questioned

“The volcano erupting!!” Olivia screamed

“And the lava is coming out” I added as the lava came rushing towards us we ran as fast as we could

“I don’t wanna be in a museum” I sobbed as we saw tons of people being froze into statues of ash behind us

“We are going to die!” I yelled