The Escapist

Chapter 1

Dear Journal,

                 I never thought I would write in you. It's not like people will read you. Put you in history books or something, but I might as well write something down in you. My story at least. Mostly just what happened during the war.

        The night before the last day of school, my family and I were having dinner. Bone broth and bread, the usual. When we heard the first bomb we quickly hurried to the basement. I held my little sister, Natalie, close wanting to protect her not caring what happened to me. I heard her cries but felt nothing. I lived in a ruthless city and taught myself to lock away my emotions, like a robot. I always had a poker face and for years after that I lost all of my friends. Except for one, Buck.

           I heard the screaming and thought nothing, felt nothing. My sister's cries got louder. I tried to calm her but I wasn't good at it. I never was. Once we felt it was good we all went up for the night. 

                   The next day at school it felt normal except we know some of our classmates didn't make it through the night. At lunch they started calling everyone down to the auditorium. Buck and I saw the military officials. He gave me a confused look and I shrugged my shoulders. They were putting everyone in line by their last names. Buck's last name was Juler mine was Andrews so we were put in separate lines. We got numbers based on our abilities. Then we got put into a bus with that number. 

                  I looked out the window without knowing that would be the last I would see the high school. I knew Buck wasn't here when I got off the bus. 

            We were given camouflage clothes and what felt like rubber boots. They then told us to meet the rest in the field where the orientation will be held. Realization dawned on me when I knew we were here.

~Author's Note~ 

This was a short first chapter sorry! I hope to have longer ones out soon! Thanks for taking time to read my silly stories.