I was eating my breakfast when I heard a loud BOOM. My whole house shook. I ran to the window and gasped.
A T-Rex was stomping down my street!
People were running everywhere. A huge, long-necked dinosaur was nibbling leaves from the trees. Flying dinosaurs swooped over rooftops, screeching loudly. Cars were flipped over, and a lady’s shopping bags went flying into the air.
I grabbed my phone and called my best friend, Kera
“Kera! Dinosaurs are in our street!” I shouted.
“I know!” she whispered. “I’m hiding in my bathroom. I think a raptor is in my garden!”
Just then, I heard a noise downstairs. Crash! My front door creaked open. I held my breath.
Something was inside.
I tiptoed to the stairs and peeked down. A small, green Velociraptor was sniffing around. It knocked over a lamp with its tail. My heart raced. I had to be very quiet.
Creeeak!
The floorboard made a noise under my foot. The raptor’s head shot up. It stared right at me.
I turned and ran! I jumped into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Bang! Bang! The raptor scratched at the door.
Then—THUD! A huge shadow passed over my window. The T-Rex was back! It bent down and—CHOMP!—the raptor was gone.
Suddenly, helicopters flew overhead. A voice spoke from a loudspeaker:
“Everyone, stay inside! We are taking care of the dinosaurs.”
I sat on my bed, breathing hard. Outside, dinosaurs roared and stomped through the streets.
Then, I heard another noise—a loud, deep growl.
I gulped.
This was just the beginning.