I was helping my grandmother with the cooking when they came. She yelled at me to run, to hide. I froze for a second before tearing into the bush near our home. All of my friends were running, climbing trees, quieting crying siblings. I looked back, there were men in black suits talking to our families. After a minute one pointed to the woods and they all started running towards us. I was terrified. I wasn't good at climbing trees so I hid behind a bush. As I crouched I heard the men yelling, children crying and parents screaming. My heart was beating so loud that I was terrified I would be found. All of a sudden one of the men stood in front of me and becan talking in a strange language. I tried to stand up and run but he grabbed me. As he dragged me away I looked back and saw all the families from our village standing there looking at their children being taken away. The last thing I saw before I was pushed into a black car was my grandmother with tears running down her face.
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Me and my Yapa (on hold)
Historical FictionMy name is Charlie, and I am Aborigninal. I don't live with my real family. At school no one had ever talked to me, until Jasmine arrived. This is the story of friends that stay together, even when the world tries to tear them apart.
