'I'm sorry,'said Silcia.'I have to find my mother.'
There were cars everywhere,too. Everybody wanted to get away form the buildings and out into the country.
'Stop!Take me with you!Take me home1' She screamed at them.But they didn't hear her.They didn't stop.
'I'll have to walk,' She thought. 'It's a long way,but I can do it.I have to go home and help my mother.I have to!'
Silvia began to run.It was't easy.There was rubble across the road.A roof fell to the ground behind her.A wal suddenly fell in front of her.She climbed over it,and started to run again.
I wasn't dark now.The sky was red and black with fires and thick smoke.
Silvia had only one idea in her head.There was ill in her bed.She couldn't move easily.Perhaps she was hurt. Perhape she was . . .
'No!' thought Silvia.'She's not dead! Oh, please,no,pleae!
She's all right. I know she is!
She was in the centre of town now. She looked round the square.There were some houses, and the big church clock showed the right tme.But hotel next to it was only ruin.
The Plaza was in the same square.For the first time, Silvia stopped and policemen carried people out of the cinema.
'What happened?' she asked a girl.
'The roof fell,' the girl said.
'Hundreds of people are dead.'
'Perhaps Gabriel didn't go,' thought Silvia.