The sound of cheering grew louder. Flags where waving in all directions. "He shoots..... HE SCORES!!" Booms the microphone.
We are watching the basket ball. I hate it. My fathers eyes where glued to the match. I swear they are larger then bowling balls.
"YEEESSSS!!!" The crowed screams as a random guy shoots a goal.
"Well thats it for the day folks.... the Pipers wins," He yells.
"Lets go folks," smiles my
Dad after a while. I cant wait to get out of here.
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"Yes, what can I do for you officer," smiles my dad. Theres a police man at the door. "Im sorry to say, any man under 50 must fight in the war," The officer smirks.
"What war," stutters my dad.
"WW3,"
"When will I go?" My dad asks sound a little scared. "Tomorrow at dawn, you WILL come to the town hall," He says before slamming the door in my dads face.
"Teas ready," Chirps my mum from the kitchen. "Hon, can I have a word with you," My dad asks patting her on the shoulder.
They walk together to their bed room. For hours, I here crying and screaming from the door.
I don't want dad to go.
Im not letting him go.
He cant go.
I rush out the front door and walk to the chemist. "How may I help you," offers the lady.
"Some sleeping pills please," I ask. She looks confused but hands them to me. I give her a twenty dollar note. "Keep the change!" I yell as I run out the door.
It starts to poor, but Im not letting dad go.
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Battle scars
ActionRiley, has lived a normal life. Has been happy and had no problem what so ever. WW3 is declared, will she fight to protect the ones the loves? Or will she watch them suffer?
