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Guess what! I auditioned for my school talent show doing rhythmic gymnastics, and I got in!!! YAY!! By the way, I picked my routine musics. i can't show them because I couldn't download them. Here's a sad, short story I wrote:

The day when I was sold to Mistress Herria, Pompeii received a jolt from the Gods themselves. The earth began to shake, for so long that I thought we might all perish. That was seventeen years ago, before the eruption, but we still have not fully recovered.  That horrible day flashes before my eyes as the earth tremors and quakes once again, quivering with some supernatural energy.  Pots break, women scream, babies cry out, and Mistress Herria falls to her knees, gasping for breath, clutching her chest. “Calpurnia!” She cries out. I rush to her aid, watching in despair as her eyes glaze over. “Calpurnia, I want you to be free,” She collapses and dies.  My heart is beating so fast, my hands are trembling, and I am in a state of shock. But my elation soon turns to horror as the earthen floors shudder with a tremendous force that sends me toppling to my side and the body rolling. I stumble out the back door of my ex-mistress’s ornate door, coughing and sputtering.  I soon find that my feet, with a life of their own, propel me to the marketplace. I have to get out of here!  The next hour or so brings an agonizing amount of earthquakes, each one becoming more intense. The huge throng of people swallows me up, and soon I am lost among a maze of swaying, falling bodies. Finally, the quakes seem to have stopped, but there comes an entirely new horror: day turns to pitch-black darkness. I hear the clap of thunder and catch a glimpse of lightning, and it begins raining-wait, no; rocks are literally falling out of the sky, thumping me on the head and opening my healing head wound. I cry out from the agonizing pain, and the world becomes silent. 

I open my eyes to find myself buried in what feels like gritty ash and more rocks. Then reality hits me. This is not a dream. I can tell that the rocks have gotten larger by the pain they are inflicting on my head.  I am in too much pain to move.  Every breath suffocates me. It was then, by the light of torches that I give up hope. You could say that I gave up my life, merely passed it on for the Gods to deal with. And in a sense, that is what I did. The Gods must have heard me, because soon after, a large, putrid black cloud comes rushing at me, enveloping me, and scorching me until all that remained was the remains of a free woman that never had the chance to enjoy her liberty.


 YAY!!! hope you liked it. Should I continue it??? Comment, please, i want your feedback!!