Bones

The Old ways

Life in the bunker is sad and lonely without mom. She would tuck me in at night and tell story's even tho I was 10 and probably to old for it. her sweet voice put me to sleep and gave me hope that other farm would start up again. every year the farm was the center of my life. I worked there sense I was six. I loved the farm it was like I had pets again. When I was 8 the government out lawed pets they were to much for the people to handle when the stock market crashed in 2072. The pounds where flooded with unwanted pets. So under the orders of the president Denn all pets in the pound were put to sleep and pets were outlawed. The farm was running out of money and would not last. My heart sunk the day I got the news. I had just turned ten when it happened. So we had to sell the horses and pigs. And even the cat we had in the back yard. But that was just a dream. A dream washed away with the blood of my parents. So sad it ended that way for them. I thought I over herd one of the bunker patrols say they were going to recover the body's of the fallen. Hopefully that meant my parents too. I wanted a proper grave for them. My mom and dad lie dead and here I sit 53ft under the earth. Life was to short for them. Knowing I'll never see them again is too much to think about so I continue to read from the bunker library. Books like the writers folly are my favorite. Someday I wish I could write like that but I have nothing to write about. But my parents. I read and write to forget. The books that we still read remind me of the old ways.

I just now got this done thanks for reading part five will be coming soon please tell me if you spot a mistake
Oh and shout out to my buddy for making the cover lol I forgot his username