On the boat there was only two children, me and my friend Amelia. We became friends when the drought got worse and we moved onto the boat. Most nights we laid awake giggling and whispering things to each other, even though there was nothing to talk about because there was no school or people to talk about. She used to help me look after my baby brother when he was ill... That was before he died. Her mother was a really nice lady too , she would call us the giggle girls but she doesn't any more she calls us the ghost girls (because of the paleness of our skin) Her mums soft gentle voice would make us happy whenever we felt blue... Or should I say white.
Amelia was a beautiful girl, except from her ghostly white face, her long blonde wavy hair rested on her shoulder in a plait. Her hair was like strands of gold shining in the sunlight as she stood on the 'balcony' of the boat staring out into the miles and miles of dry mud saying her prayers for water to come. We both wanted food, we both wanted drink, we both wanted a home, we both wanted our family back.
We both wanted what we can't get.
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Not A Drop To Drink
AdventureMelissa, a young girl is fighting a battle. A very big battle. The battle of life or death In her country there has been a massive drought. Most of the people have died in her country from the drought. But there is some still living, this includes h...
