Overpopulation

Bombs of the Sky

After she was finished, my mom left the room. I noticed the dark circles under her eyes, and the grease in her hair. I felt bad for her, but I made a promise to myself to take care of her.

I changed the channel to "House of Secrets". I watched the dramatic actors flash across the screen, saying their lines, hoping to entertain their audience. Any other day they would have succeeded, I would have been entertained. But today was different.

I went to check on my brother Andrew who was probably still asleep. Elementary school started later than Middle school here.

As I entered his room, he was fast asleep. His room was nice and tidy, everything organized; unlike mine.

A picture of us and our dad was on his bulky dresser. Our dad was a brave man, he had died in a car accident a few years earlier. I missed him. A lot.

I picked up the framed photograph and heard a giant BOOM.

My brother was awoken from fear, my mom came rushing in to comfort him.

"What was that?" I yelled at my mom.

"I have no idea, go make your brother some soup, he's scared."

Ugh my spoiled brother. My mom spoils him so much, she shouldn't act like this around him.

I past the kitchen to look out the window. The window was from floor to ceiling, revealing the amazing view of New York Cory from the 13th floor. I used to be scared of the view out of this window, but later I learned that it was actually quite fascinating.

But once again, I was scared of the view out this window. This was because there were huge bombs being dropped from the sky. I looked further up at a fighter plane; one medium-sized bomb was floating through the air. It seemed slow, but powerful. And it was heading straight for our building.