"Mr. Trump can you tell us what's going on?" The press questioned the fleeing newly made president.
"No- I can't- not now!" He answered running away with security right on his heels. They got into a car and took off driving.
"There you have it! The U.S is in a state of complete and utter panic. Most are blaming trump, some say it was destined to happen" the reporter added. My mom turned off the tv and looked over at dad with concern and terroir.
"Mom? What's happening?" I asked. That's when the power shut off.
"Mom?" I asked getting scared. We heard glass break.
"Honey?!" My mom said standing up and rushing over to me. My dad sprung up and spun around to the kitchen, where the noise came from. We saw a guy walk out from there. He looked around for a second before his eyes rested on us. My dad ran at the guy and tackled him down while yelling
"Get upstairs!" My mom pushed me up the stairs as I watched as dad and the guy throw punches, one after the other. The last thing I saw was the robber bash something over my dads head, and my dad cripple to the floor like a dead body. My mom stopped at the top of the stairs and slid backwards. Behind her, the robber, grappling her ankle and puling her down. Him and my mom wrestled for a bit before the guy looked up at me.
"Don't touch her!" My mom shrikes as the guy started up the stairs for me. I stood there petrified. As her got closer I called
"Mom watch out!" I saw her roll to the side of the stairs. As the robber was three steps away I kicked his face and watched him tumble down the stairs. I heard a couple of loud cracks as he fell. I watched as his, what looked like, dead body thud on the floor. My mom looked back at the robber than at me. I stood there shaking. My mom ran up the stairs and engulfed me in a hug.
"Jeanna?! Emily?!" We heard my dad call from down stairs.
"Mike!" My mom whaled as she ran down stairs. My dad stood up and walked over to her and wrapped her in a hug. He looked down at the robber then back up at me. He looked scared. We all looked scared. I was scared. I ran down stairs sobbing.
"It's ok honey, everything's going to be ok" he said. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.
"We are ok. Ok? We are going to be just fine" he said and kissed my head. I nodded looked back at the guy. Did I kill him?
"We have to leave" my dad said and hurried to the kitchen.
"What?" My mom questioned.
"We have to leave, there is nothing for us here. All there is, are people like that " he said pointing to the man on the floor. The dead man. The man I killed.
"We can bored a ship and go to another country, start a new life" he said. My mom starred in shock then agreed.
"Your right, your right" she said and started to help my dad pack. I ran up stairs and grabbed a suit case and brought it down stairs.
"No. too big, too much dead weight" he said talking about the suit case. He through me a back pack.
"Fit what you can in there. Pack your own share of food. " he said. I ran up stairs to my room and packed some clothes, few pants, few shirts, other stuff. I used 1/4 of the space. I could always pack more clothes, I just need to go though everything. I looked though my drawers. I had a little bit of allowance so I packed that in the side pockets. I packed a note book and a pencil. By the time I went though all my stuff and packed things I thought I would need. I packed a lot of food and water so I should be good. I ran down stairs
"I'm ready" I said. The both nodded and started to walk. I grabbed a chefs knife and ran after them. You never know if you need one.
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We were near a harbor waiting for a watch men to pass so we could sneak on the boat. As he passed by me my mom and my dad snuck on the boat. We got on deck and found the way to go to a storage place under the deck.
"Find someplace to hide. " my dad whispered. I looked around and saw a place on top of some really high stacked up creates. I climbed up but slipped half way. I started climbing again and got to the top. I had to move some boxes so I could lay down.
"Ok, I'm good" I whispered to my parents.
"Ok" my mom whispered back. I laid down and tried not to let the swishing of the boat make me nauseous.
"Oi! Who's down here?!" Some man with a accent shouts. Oh crap. I peek over the side of the create to see my mom and dad put their hands up, having no where else to go. My mom glance over at me with a worried expression.
"Stow away? We'll have to deal with you! Hey stop the boat!" He said walking up to the deck.
"Mom? I whispered.
"Stay here sweetie. We will come back" she said. I gave a nod while the guy came down again.
"Come on!" He said while nudging my parents on the top deck. My dad glanced back before disappearing above.
"Is anyone else down here?!" The guy shouted. I stood completely still and swallowed my breath. He grunted then walked up to the deck and shut the door behind him, surrounding me in darkness.
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Then I woke up.
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Hi. My name is Emily. I'm a 14 year old girl who just wants a normal life. Ever since the new election thing, where Donald trump become president everything went wrong.
