Heavy footsteps stomped around the house. My siblings were getting ready for another day of school. Mum was downstairs making our lunch. I staggered out of my room, into the dimly lit bathroom to have a shower. “ Argh... just another normal day.”
A huge booming sound woke me from my slumber. It was hard doing this alone. This had to be the 3rd anniversary of the day my parents were killed in the treacherous war. I was taken in by this family who found me under all of the rubble and wreckage of our once standing house. Food was scarce. We shared a piece of bread and a little water each. Staring out of the window, an unfortunate girl was gunned down. “ These people are terrible!” I whispered.
“ I HATE SCHOOL!” My class was buzzing, working on the math problems that were on the board. The only thing that I actually like about school is the fact that my friends were there. Playing in the hot summer sun was easily the focal point of my school days. I just wish that hanging with my mates was the only thing I could do at school.
I couldn't go outside and I don't know when I can back out. I remember the sun on my skin. I remember the laughter of my other friends while we played soccer. Then I remember the gunshots and the screaming. My school was abandoned ever since the war started. No one went back, and the last I can recall, we were solving math problems. I really wish I could go back to school.
Once again, night fell and felt like collapsing onto my very cozy bed. Dinner was really really nice. Roast beef with gravy and broccoli was slowly digesting in my stomach. I burrowed myself into my snuggly blankets, ready to have a really sweet dream about the weekend ahead. “ Ahhhhh... this is the life” I said as my eyes drew to a close.
I slept in the coldest corner, next to the window. Our house didn’t have a really great insulation which caused every night to be a cold one. Is it bad that I want all of this to end? All the gunshots and the sound of terror is horrifying. There is nothing I can do to stop this either! Or is there...
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Wow Shoal,
ReplyDeleteThat ending gave me shivers, I don't think anyone would think it was bad to want the war to end I just hope they find a good solution to their conflict.
Can you find different words rather than really? Really nice food could be delicious. what other words do you think you could change out in there?
Keep writing :) Mr. Hutchings
Hi shoal, mum here.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all what a very well written piece of work you have here! I was quite shocked at how you made it like i was experiencing everything from your side of life to the child in Syria. Very sad seeing the news about the people in Syria and the kind of things they experience and go through every day for example the bombings going around them. but you captured this childs day very well and its quite sad reading it. You are very lucky to be in a wonderful country like NZ! and i think the little things we take for granted we should be thankful for.
love you keep up the great work! x