It was windy, the winds were unusual. But the people in the community were having a good time as usual, the kids playing and the people enjoying lunch everywhere. It was like a big family, all living in 2 blocks of 5-storey high blue-wall apartments. While my father was clearing up the crumbs on his plate, I stood at the window looking down the alley between the 2 block of flats. My mind in a swirl, I knew something disastrous is going to happen to this place. The weather was just not right, the clouds and the uncommon breeze that brushed across my face, everything was strange.

Then came a boy of my age. I couldn't recall his name, but he was a lively, and spastic young teen who seem to love doing adventures. He told me enthusiastically about the things he have done in the past, how he climbed mountains without harness, and jumping off a 8-metre-high cliff down the river. We got along very well, until I began to tell him about the strange weather that's bothering me, and that I believed that some disaster's going to struck the area. He responded with a raise of his left brow, the look on his face telling me how silly I am. "You're just getting a little bit too stressed. Changes of the climate is pretty common, so stop being a worrywart". I couldn't agree with him, I knew things ain't the way he thinks is right.

I tried to drift my attention away. My father came over with a cup of fruit punch, and I tried to suppress the dull look on my face, forcing a smile over my cheeks saying "Thanks Dad". But the thought of a potential disaster is over-whelming. I couldn't sit still, only to pace back and forth as though bad things have already happened and I'm trying to find a way out.

I wished things weren't the way I thought. But the rain and winds are getting stronger, and kids are running back indoors for shelter. Everybody crammed into the 5th storey where the dining area is, the adults and me slamming the panels of glass windows like there are dinosaurs outside the building. Everybody stood parallel to the window panes, shocked and speechless as we watch the unsual rain pouring in. Just as we thought we're safe, my new friend; the spastic young teen, rolled his eyes at everybody's fear of the rainstorm and walked out of the room to the corridor where the sink is. "Come on guys, it's just a heavy rain. We need to wash our hands after every meal remember?" We are separated only by a panel of glass, but every one of us is yelling at him to come back in. He ignored us and went on to wash his hands.

The next moment was to our despair and disbelief. Just as we thought that the rainstorm would cease after some time, a sudden flush of waters higher than the level of our flats, came pushing my friend away. All of us started to panic, some stood still with their legs wobbly, while the rest started to run for their lives. My father and I ran down to the 1st level, which to our surprise was unaffected by the Tsunami. We knew the glass windows wouldn't be able to withstand the strong current of the waters and that the entire level would be flooded with casualties.

Down at the 1st level, I saw my mum and sisters, after that.........


I woke up, eyes opened wide in shock. I was trying to figure out what's real and what's not. But it was a worthy nightmare, and I wonder if there will be a second part.