pompeii--the tragic event! PLEASE READ!

“Kana! Come on, come on!” Ali shook me awake. If anyone else woke me up at 1:00 AM, I would punch them to the gut.
But Ali was my best friend. The only friend.
“What? Why, of all times, would you wake me up this early?”
I asked, annoyed.
“You have to see this! I think the sun is coming up!” Ali tugged my hand. She was carelessly dressed in a gown like a kitchen rag. We were the kitchen servants, in the castle. We were, in other words, slaves.
“Yeah, okay. I'll go see the sun come up at 1:00 in the morning.” I pulled the thin table cloth over my ears and turned around, so I was not facing her. I, being seven years old, even knew that the sun did not come up at 1:00 in the morning.
“I'm serious! It is coming up! Please! Come look!” Ali took my covers away, and left me shivering on my cold, worn mat.
“Fine. Will you leave me alone if I look?” I asked. All I wanted was to get a couple more hours of sleep, under the covers and undisturbed, but I was already wide awake. Sometimes Ali could be a pain. She was only 5, anyway.
I got up and followed Ali to the balcony, where you could see the whole city or Pompeii. It was a fairly nice place, but not that many children lived where I was enslaved...the castle.
But there were plenty of free children on the streets, and many adults taking care of them.
“Kana, look over there! It looks like it is on a mountain. Do you think that is where the sun sleeps?” Ali asked. I squinted and looked where she was pointing. I gasped.
“No, Ali. That, is a volcano...an active one.” I whispered, and sprinted to the bell tower.