chapter:1
(December air)
I Sat on the park bench liking my chapped lips. The air was cool and it wiped my cheeks with ice droplets.
I couldn't go home not now,not ever. I miss my home,but I know it better than anyone that it's not there anymore. It hurts to think about it. The bomb, my mother picking me up screaming at my father to take shelter......boom oh great another bomb,just what I want to hear. I thought when the bomb interrupted my thoughts.
All my life I've dreamed of palm trees and the ocean, and now it was clearer than ever that the dream will not come true.
Suddenly I felt a strong grip on my shoulder, I turned around and saw a girl about my age with long hair tied neatly in a pony tail. She sat down beside me. My name is Amber, Phobe I say quietly. You know it's not safe to be out here when people are bombing us. Ya I know, so why are you out here? I could ask you the same, besides it's not like I have anywhere to go, I said. Would you like to come to my house, we live over their, she pointed to a medium well kept home near the side of the park. I saw you out here so I asked my mother if I could ask you to come back to our house. their was a long silence and finally I said ok.
The house was well kept inside as well as the outside, a stone fireplace, large bay window with a bench painted white with a large green pillow on top of it, it was a dream come true even if their aren't palm trees and the ocean.
