Tuesday morning was just like any other morning in the great city of Pompeii. The month of August was still sunny and hectic as the sun shone on the busy streets of Pompeii. I lived in a small apartment called an insulae, with two small rooms for my dad and me. We had the bottom floor so we could set up our stand of fruits and vegetables. “Wake up Julius. It’s time to work.” my dad said, as he threw my apron on to my tiny bed. Just like any other day, I would put on my apron and wake up Giovanni. Giovanni was my friend who lived on the top floor with his father and younger brother. We would quickly run to the bakery, which was around 50 meters away, and pay 1 silver denarii for a loaf of bread to eat with our families. While we get the bread, my father sets up our fruits and vegetables stand, and Giovanni’s father sets up their stand of bean soup beside ours.
But Tuesday morning wasn’t just like any other morning. As soon as the baker handed me my loaf of bread, the ground started to shake. For ten seconds the ground was rumbling, and people screamed and fell on the ground. Roof tiles were falling off the roof and I almost dropped my loaf of bread! “Woah. Are you alright?” I asked Giovanni, as he picked himself up from the ground. “Yeah just fell. That’s all. Let’s quickly get back and see if everything is ok.” So, we ran back and found my dad picking up carrots and grapes that fell on the ground. “Are you guys alright?” Giovanni’s dad asked us. “Gio fell, but other than that, we’re good.” I said laughing. “Yeah, yeah. What was that anyways?” Giovanni asked. “Just an earthquake I bet.” Giovanni’s dad answered. “I don’t think so. I think it's the angry god Vesuvius.” my dad said, while looking up to the big Mount Vesuvius.
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