I Survived the Japanese Tsunami, 2011 (I Survived #8)
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Visiting his dad's hometown in Japan four months after his father's death would be hard enough for Ben. But one morning the pain turns to fear: first, a massive earthquake rocks the quiet coastal village, nearly toppling his uncle's house. Then the ocean waters rise and Ben and his family are swept away-and pulled apart-by a terrible tsunami.
Now Ben is alone, stranded in a strange country a million miles from home. Can he fight hard enough to survive one of the most epic disasters of all time?
got bigger. It grew and grew, until it was a monstrous wall of water, dozens of feet high, hundreds of miles long. It destroyed everything in its path. The wave smashed into crowded cities, knocking down buildings, swallowing factories, chewing up highways and bridges. It washed away beautiful villages, flattening pine forests and turning rice fields into seas of mud and garbage. In quiet fishing towns, boats tumbled like dice into the streets, smashing into shops and homes. Eleven-year-old Ben
them, foaming black water, rising up in angry waves. The car spun wildly as the waves rushed up around the tires. Time seemed to stop. The car tipped sharply in the rising water. Ben was held tight by his seat belt. Mom and Harry toppled onto Ojisan, and they all crashed together into his door. The door popped open. Ojisan fell out of the car. “Ojisan!” Ben screamed. And now Mom and Harry were about to fall out, too! The car door was swung wide open, and Mom and Harry teetered in the
happening now. The giant wave had lost power. It was being sucked back into the ocean. And it was taking Ben and Nya with it. The mattress plowed through the water, pushing through piles of wreckage. Think! Ben told himself. Soon they would be out to sea! Just ahead, he saw something — a tall, skinny tree poking up through the water. It was his only chance. He’d have a split second to jump off the mattress and grab the tree. Ben lifted Nya, and put her around the back of his neck, like a
scarf. “Hold on to me,” he told her. He rose up, crouching low on the mattress. Nya dug her claws into his shoulders. But Ben didn’t flinch. He kept his eye on the tree, knowing that the timing had to be perfect. He counted down in his mind, like the numbers on a basketball shot clock: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 … He jumped off the mattress. Nya sprang off of his back and latched onto the tree. Ben reached out and tried to grab hold. But he couldn’t get a good grip. His frozen hands slid across the
blankets on the floor of a school gym. Nya slept on his stomach. They both shivered. There was no power at the school, and it was dark except for the glow of a few flashlights. Ben made out the shapes of people around him: at least fifty of them, laid out on straw mats or blankets. There were very old people, older than Ojisan, and young people, mothers with babies, men by themselves. People spoke in whispers and murmurs. Some were crying softly. This was where Ben and Nya had ended up last