Eventually I reached our house and burst through the door. “We need to pack and leave now!” I said hastily. My parents just stared at me.

“Why?” they asked. They and my little sister were sitting on the sofa huddled together.

Frustration evident in my face I said, “Because that bomb landed in the water didn’t it. The shockwaves in the air reached us not long afterwards.” I turned to my sister. “What’s going to happen?” I asked her.

She gasped, her hands at her mouth in one fluid motion. She nodded, fear the only emotion on her face. She ran out the room and upstairs. I could hear her dragging suitcases out of the cupboard. I ran out of the room and rummaged around trying to find our family photos and cameras. Finding them, I ran up to where my sister was and put them in the closest case that was almost full already of clothes.

“Why are you packing?” asked my parents, at the bottom of the stairs.

“There’s a tidal wave coming” I explained as I helped my sister with the clothes. We grabbed what we could.