We run down the side of our house in the dark of the alley ways so that they don't see us, I look back for a split second and see they have blown up our outhouse, 'they have blown up our outhouse......what the heck would they want to blow up our outhouse for' I say it in my head but even if I said it out loud no one would hear my voice under all the yelling and stomping. I can hear them with they're army suits and guns running/stomping to our house, so I run a little faster to catch up to the back of mum. Dad is leading the way. We keep running until I get so tired but we keep running, and now we are running up sand dunes and my feet slip and slide along the sand hills, we stop at the top of a sand dune and I look back on our village and see smoke ,trucks and people screaming of course now the soldier are getting people out of their houses and threatening them. "Dad I'm tired" says Jamal so Dad sets up a place for us to sleep the night.
I lay next to dad thinking about the village and why they came looking for us, I'm scared,confused,sad,angry, I'm a bundle of emotion ready to burst. I don't understand, maybe it's that I don't have much experience with the government or ........
I'm just so confused
A little bit of water starts trickling down my face as I think of every thing that's happened were
I live I mean lived
and that we're just leaving it all behind I want to stay but we can't, we cannot ...... "Arrrrgh"
I try to fall asleep thinking of nice memories, but all the nice memories I remember are back at the village, I breath out and in to stop the tears and finally,
I fall asleep.~~~
I wake up to mum and dad mumbling "what are we going to do now, I mean what about the kids" sounds like dad saying that then mum "oh the kids will be fine once we get to the camp" "no......I mean the girls you were teacher back at the village, what do you think happened to them" then mum again "oh the soldier wouldn't have known which ones were in on it" then a sudden hush goes across the both of them and I hear trucks going past, but not stopping which is good, and when they've pasted I breath out a sudden relief is spread across me because they have gone and mum and dad start speaking again but quietly "ok, but how are we going to get to the camp" "we'll have to get into the city to get a car or something" I keep thinking to myself 'what camp what's going on are mum and dad going to tell me and Jamal.' Then Jamal wakes up and says he's hungry dad replies "it's alright Jamal we're going into the city we'll find something for you there"
But I don't want to go into the city what if the soldiers find us or we get in trouble or found out......
But I think most of all
I don't want to leave home.
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Camilla
AdventureMy name is Camilla this story is about how I became a refugee and my life in Afghanistan.....as a girl