Thursday, 6 September 2012

Dear Dagbók

Dear Dagbók,

Bombs obliterated enemy lines, the sound was ear peircing, people screaming, sirens blaring. I closed my eyes and tried to go to my happy place, it was no use the screams and crashes penitrated my peace of mind. My. Life. Was. Falling. Apart. We were trying to hide, nobody wanted to be out on the streets at this time, but some had no choice, they had to venture out onto the streets, because either there shelter had been hit or it was crumbling. Let me tell you from the beginning, our country has been under attack for around three months, so far we have been safe, but since two weeks ago we have been the ones under attack. Not. Good. Our city has been desrtoyed, what used to be beautiful modern city offices are now wrecks, before it didn't look like out of our city there was a war going on, people getting killed by the hour, but now you can see what has been hitting every other city or town for the past three months, nobody can be safe at mind anybody who even thinks about going outside will get shot, bad right, yep, but that is not even half of it, I wont list all of the things going wrong at the moment, it would literally take around the same time as this war has been going on for.

Everybody was sick of it, It was all over the news, everyday of the week, every hour of the day. My parents hated it, oh, whoops, I mean my mother hates it, I still haven't gotten used to not having a father in my life. He was part of the army you see so he kinda, sorta, got shot?! So umm yea i'm probably going to have to leave you now, I feel a like crying for the rest of my life whenever I think about what happened. I always wonder what the last words I said to him were, I really hope they were nice, like 'I love you' or 'you are the best person ever'.

Okay well,

Bye for now.

Caity.


Copyright © 2012 by Anna Morrison-Hill
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