Creative Writing 2...

So, I'm doing another one of them posts where I show you my homework. Sorry! Don't worry though, its not maths or chemistry or anything boring like that, its creative writing! Yay.... 
so this was a group activity, we're each writing as though we're a different person affected by an earthquake. Sounds cheerful, doesn't it? 

The lift pinged as I stepped out. I was running late, as usual Quickly, I darted to my desk, numerous files, notebooks and folders threatening to slip from my grip, the coffee that I'd just bought balancing precariously on the top. I got to my desk and let out a sigh of relief. It was Friday, only seven more hours until I could leave my mundane desk job and celebrate the start of the weekend. I dropped the files on the desk. I had just sat down when I heard it. The building itself seemed to shake as the low rumble ran its course though the offices; turning faces to shock, surprise and terror, as the noise reached the one by one. My first thought was that the air conditioning must really be playing up today. Everyone elses thoughts seemed to be a little more sinister. People began running in all directions, dropping work across the floor, creating a carpet of paper that the crowds slipped and fell on, causing even more panic. 
I got slowly to my feet, a frown etched across my forehead. Why was everyone making such a fuss? I dropped my coffee as the second growl ripped its was across the floor. Well, it was safe to say that it wasn't the air conditioning. Ignoring the mess that the coffee had made, I grabbed my phone and made for the lift. 
The floor was almost empty now, those too impatient must have gone down the stairs. As I turned the corner, there was a queue of about eight people waiting for the lift, all looking as confused as I was. The door pinged familiarly as I reached it, and we all just about managed to squeeze into the claustrophobic space.
The door shut, sealing us from the outside world. Creeping slowly down the many floors, we all looked worried. I had to admit, I would be happy to see solid ground again. Sixteen floors to go. Fifteen, now. Fourteen. At thirteen, we stopped. The doors opened to show more confused faces, which quickly changed to disappointment as they realised just how full the lift was, many turning towards the stairs. The doors shut. Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight...
We never made it to seven. The lift shuddered to a stop as the third ground shattering tremor hit. The cables that kept us from dropping back to earth creaked threateningly. We were forced to grab onto each other as the lift lurched back and forward, from one side to another. 
Realisation seemed to hit us one by one. I could hear screams from both above and below us, but none coming from directly outside the door. So here I was, in the middle of an earthquake, stuck somewhere between floors seven and eight. 
All screams stopped and a deathly silence made us all to aware of what was about happen. As the fourth, and final tremor hit, we dropped. 


So, what do you guys think? I'm off to bed, so yeah. Byeee.....