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The shelter

In the shelter, it's not as nice as you would think. It smells like mold or something rotting. Kids

 were constantly crying, and running around. I didn't have any friends here, and my mom was

 put on the other side of this place. They separated us into groups like this- (6-9, 10-12, 13-18, 19-

39, 40+) Children 5 and under were allowed to be with their parents, but at 6 they had to be put

 in another section. Nobody knows why they separate us like this.

The food here was okay. I'm not sure where they're getting it from though. Most of the animals

 were killed from the bombing, but maybe they found some. I tried talking to new people today,

 but I never really became friends with them. It feels so lonely here, and...off. Something about

 this shelter creeps me out. They lock us in our rooms at 9 pm every night, and each room is

 filled with 3 other kids your age. I got stuck with 3 girls, who are 17 just like me. We've talked a

 couple times, and I got all their names. There was the tall skinny one, her name was Hannah.

 She has blonde hair and brown eyes. Hannah is actually mostly deaf. We learned sign language

 to talk to her. The next girl was my height. Bigger, brown hair and blue eyes, darker skin. Her

 name is Juliana. The last girl was taller than me but shorter than Hannah. Her name is Isabelle,

 black hair and blue eyes. She had pretty pale skin. Then there's me. I have brown hair, brown

 eyes, and my name is Riley. I tried becoming friends with them, and we talked in our room, but

 not outside of it.