—𝙰𝚔𝚞𝚓𝚒'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅—
—ɪɴꜰᴏ:
ɴᴀᴍᴇ-ᴀᴋᴜᴊɪ
ᴀɢᴇ-18
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀʟᴇ
ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ-ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴ
ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-ꜰʟɪʀᴛ, ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ, ꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ
ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ-ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀᴠʏ ʜᴀɪʀ, ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴛᴀɴ ꜱᴋɪɴ, ᴛᴀʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 6'7
ꜰʀᴏᴍ-ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀ—
When I heard the announcement I quickly ran home. My brother and me were both at the right age to go to the war and all the chosen people were gonna get emails on their phones, thankfully I still haven't gotten an email. But if my brother got one, my mother would be devastated.
After father died when I was 16 I became the man of the house since my little brother was only 11 at the time. I can't get an email, who would take care of mother and little brother!? When I arrived home and quickly went to my brother. "Did you hear?" I asked him. He nodded, he was always the quiet one, even more so after father's death.
"I.. I haven't gotten an email yet, so I'm still in the clear." He explained, I sighed in relief. "Have you?" He asked, I looked at him with a smile. "No, thankfully not." I replied happily, he slightly smiled as way of saying he was glad I didn't get an email.
That's when I heard mother call us downstairs for lunch. We got ran downstairs, when we got to her we could immediately tell she was worried just from the look on her face with her nervous smile. We all sat down at the table. "Don't worry mother- We haven't gotten an email." I reassured her.
Her face immediately lightened up. "That's good! I still need my two little helpers here at the house." She exclaimed happily. Me and my brother smiled as we ate the food she made us.
—2 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳—
It was 8:30pm; me and my brother were already in our beds, tucked for sleep. My brother was reading a book, he loved reading, he said it helped him escape sometimes. All the sudden both of our phones chimed and we both looked at each other in horror, we were scared that it might be the email from the army since they're still recruiting.
The email said the following text: —"ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴜꜱ ᴀᴛ 'ᴡᴀʀʟɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴡᴀʀᴇʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ' ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇꜱ. ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ!"—
Me and my brother's suspicion was right, we were chosen... How was mother going to take this? Then I read the very fine print in the email: —"𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗."—.
'So no one can know exactly where we're going..' I thought to myself. Me and my brother decided to leave that night so we didn't have to deal with the guilt of telling mother. We wrote a note and left for that night.
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Historische RomaneA group of young teens who weren't chosen to go to the war are still at risk. These teens don't have it easy, they are now homeschooled and aren't allowed to be outside unless they're going to the market. The war was between Russia & North Korea and...
