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It was a beautiful morning. Birds were chirping.

”Aria get up, school is going to start in 5 minutes!!!

I slowly got out of bed and looked at my alarm clock.It was 7:55 AM

 “Mom, I'm gonna be late!!!” I screamed.

”YOU THINK”mom screamed back.

I hurried to my closet.I threw clothes off my hangers until.I found a perfect outfit.A cherry plaid skirt with a charcoal sweater.And I grabbed my bookbag and lept down the stairs.

”You're one minute late Aria you're lucky I don't have work.” my mom said.She slid me a plate with PB&j.I ate quickly and we both got into the car.

We made it to school. 

“Bye Aria, have a good day.” mother said as she drove off.

I walked in the school halls and it was empty as a dessert. 

“Hello Miss Moretti” My Principal said, greeting me in the hallway.

I rushed to my class. I handed my pass to the teacher. 

“YOUR LATE AGAIN ARIA” the rudest teacher of the school says.

 “I CAN'T HELP IT.” I sighed.I sat down in my seat.I heard an alarm not too far in the distance.It pierced through my ears.

“What's going on!!!” I screamed. 

“Everyone bring your jacket to my desk.”He screamed louder than the alarm.

He tied them together and made a rope.He grabbed his chair and threw it out the window.With the leftover jackets he placed them on the window to avoid us getting hurt on glass.And he threw the rope he made out the window

“Climb everyone, we need to hurry.”He screamed




We got out the window.We ran as fast as we can.Than boom a bomb exploded.It shook the ground.I was fine but my mom was still gone we made to the bomb shelter in time. 

”Sit down, I'm making hot cocoa,” He screamed.

My mother never came back. I waited hours for her not to come. 

“Who did this?” I mumbled. 

”Were in war with germany they attacked us and sent the bomb to the capital.” My six grade teacher said.

I felt crushed.Usually my mom would be here to comfort me.My whole body ached.

Some weeks later somebody knock on the shelter.It was usual for this to happen but my teacher opened the door to the bomb shelter.A whole helicopter with thousands of Italian soldiers.Helped us on the plane.We left Italy and went to the Usa.It took forever to get there.But I never saw my mom again. Also I'm thankful I'm alive.

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