All The Stories I Have Wrote For School So Far

The Syrian Refuge Diary

Day 1- Before the boat ride

I'm cold and scared. A troubling drought blows through the rumble that I call a shelter. It will be the last time I sleep in the sewers, the only place in Syria I call safe. We're leaving Syria tomorrow.... I'm happy. That place is a living hell. Satan could come out of the abyss and I wouldn't be surprised. I hope my friends get out safely; The terrorists have been on to us lately. A gunshot rings through the air, a reminder that I could not wake up tomorrow. The war has been dragged out by ISIS, a group of terrorists or as we say the servants of Satan. It's not safe for us here. We have to flee to what they call Germany. Supposedly there's a camp there we can all go live together away from all the wars. I'm doubtful though I mean what if the ISIs already know and are planning to hijack the boat. I'm fleeing with my mother as her loving, frail arms may protect me.

Day 2- the boat ride

We are on the boat FREEZING. The boat is about the size of the canons they fire. Before this would've fit 5 people now it fits 30. My mother's loving arms wrap around me silently, shaking. I know she's scared but she's just trying to protect me at this moment in time..we have nothing. Not a single penny to our name. All we have is the tattered and torn clothes on our back. Hopefully, Germany is going to be much better than Syria; I don't know what I would do if it was the same. I hate Syria. It is the worst place on earth. I'm convinced that Hell's gate is somewhere in Syria. Only a cursed place could be that horrifying. We are about halfway through the journey to Germany, and I'm scared. There are lots of other people on this boat and it feels like it's about to sink. I'm not sure if we're actually going to get there alive. Water is filling up the boat. Slowly but surely, the harsh cold water will bite at my feet. Eventually, it's going to overflow and we will be at the bottom of the deep dark ocean, our bodies unknown to man.

Day 3- Germany

We finally arrived in Germany. We have been walking up a hill for at least 40 minutes now. Every time we get to the top of a peak I think it's the end but we keep going further and further up. I'm tired and still scared even though I know I'm safe now. My mother is still right by my side as she has been for this whole journey. We are going to continue to walk up the colossal rocky mountain. It has now been another 25 minutes and we're here! I'm very happy I can finally not have to worry about being bombed or shot. I can now live my life as a normal, happy girl. I hope there is a school here so I can get an education and grow up to get a job and help people.