Prologue

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Ariel

I was on my mattress sleeping when it started 6:30 on a Saturday morning.
The funny thing was that I had a feeling this could happen. Everything was so good too good even.

So why am I surprised?
Those harsh loud sound of the rocket alarms scared me. Ever since that day on 2014 when I first heard them I knew I could never get used to it.

Normally the noise would stop after 3 minutes, so we waited. Heart beat unsteady head full of "what if's" questions. Me my mom my brothers my aunt and grandma all in our rocket shelter at 6:30 on a  Saturday morning.

Huh..strange it's already been over 5 minutes and the alarms are still on. 10 minutes go by and it Finally ended. We go to the living room for the news.
The blue and orange list on the right side is long and changes every second. Where the hell did they get so many rockets? The sound is building up again I first hear it from afar in a different era than our home and than it's starting to ring in my ears again and we all make a run for the shelter again. I'm scared but I can't let that show..

I'm supposed to get used to it by now dammit 9 years of knowing what happens and what to do yet I cannot calm myself down I'm pretty sure everyone can hear my heart drumming at my rib cage. It stops again and my mom tells us to go back to sleep as it's still now 7:20 am. I'm so exhausted from yesterday's movies night that I immediately fall asleep and everything's fading away.

Noam

I wake up with a raging hungover from a piercing loud noise. It took me maybe 2 seconds to realize I need to run for the rocket shelter before something happens.
Goddammit can't even nurse a headache without being rushed into a shelter in this country now days.
Lucky for me my sister is at her friends house and my parents are abroad on a business trip so I can sleep in there without being interrupted.

I wake up 3 hours later and open my phone to see 5 missed calls and 10 massages from my sister. That's weird she only texts me when she's hungry.

But those massages are nothing about foods.

God what the hell happened.

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This was the prologue setting the vibe and idk? It's my fist story ever and English is my second language so I'm not great at it
I'd like to hear your thoughts?

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