"Come on, we don't have time to waste" I urged my little brother. "My feet hurt, we've been walking for hours" he whined. He went up and rested in the shade of a big old oak tree. "Fine for about... 5 minutes, then we're moving" I said sitting down next to him. He rested on the tree trunk and closed his eyes. "How will you know when 5 minutes are up? Your phone died and there's nowhere to charge it" He said not opening his eyes. "I'll count. I'll count to a billion if we could see mom and dad again." I stated. I laid on the ground and closed my eyes. We've been walking for hours, we did need to rest.
My country, Phalia, was at war with Biton. Biton is our enemy. My parents had to help fight in the war. Me and my 12 year old brother, Matthew, had to go on this big airplane. Lots of people were on the plane. About 350 I'd say. they were mostly kids and elderly. We flew far far away. We got put in this camp. They didn't speak English. Me and Matt snuck out. We stole food and water. As soon as we left, a giant storm came. Thunder, lightning, and rain. Horrible. It was Horrible. Me and Matt have been walking back to Phalia ever since. We will make it back to mom and dad. I miss them so much. But, right now I have to focus on taking care of Matt, if anything happens to him I won't forgive myself.
I heard a piercing shriek from across the dry desert. I sat up. Matt was gone. "Help help help" the shriek went on. It was Matt. "Matt Matt" I yelled. I stood up and tried to run. My feet wouldn't move. I saw mom and dad next to Matt. He was pointing at me. I tried to yell. Nothing would come out. They turned away and started to walk. I tried to run but I fell flat on my face.
I opened my eyes. "Sky, Sky what's wrong?" Matt asked. "Mom and dad and... you" I said throwing my arms around him into a hug. "What happened?" He asked trying to let go of me. "It was just a dream" I said gasping for air.
