I found a notebook on the shore. This will be my journal. I will write my whole story in this book. I'm surprised I still know how to write. I've been here so long. I guess I will start from the beginning, how I got here that is. For whoever found this (If anyone has that is) I am Ember. Some of these entries will be by my friend, Josh. I am 16, and Josh is 17. And this is how we came where we are.
It was a cold night, in 1916, two years after World War 1 started. Ember was sitting in her house, her best friend Josh sitting next to her. They were on the floor playing board games. It all happened so quickly, Ember's mother started yelling, at the top of her lungs. Then, before they could even stand up, there was a gigantic BOOM. It seemed like only a couple seconds later that Ember woke up, but I knew it had to be hours later. She saw Josh laying on the floor next to her, his face covered in blood. She quickly tried to get up, but her leg was stuck under what seemed to be part of my house. She looked around the room, eyes still blurry. Her whole house was destroyed. Bricks and wood were scattered around her. She pushed the heavy piece of wood off her leg and scampered to Josh. Just before she got there he awoke suddenly. His eyes flickered and he sat upright coughing and gasping for breath. Ember, only being 12 at the time, panicked. Her dad, who was an assistant at a hospital, did CPR a lot during his time. So, she attempted to do CPR, failing of course, but still somehow making him sit upright again and stop breathing so hard. "J-josh are y-you okay?" She asked him. "W-what H-h-happened?!" Josh said standing up immediately.
