The Great War

Morning Chat & Toast

I woke to a beautiful day that was full of sunshine. I go to the kitchen table and sat down to think for a minute. Just then, my mom walks into the kitchen looking quite ragged. She's about 5'8", long blonde hair, and the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. But today, those bright happy eyes, looked quite dull. She hasn't been sleeping very much either.

"How did you sleep last night sweetheart?", my mom asks while looking through the fridge.

"I guess I slept well. How did you sleep mother?", I asked politely.

"Not well at all."

My mother has heard rumors of war and is beginning to become concerned about the future. If only she would just live in the present for once! It's ridiculous to dwell on things like this for a while. I've heard it goes to your head and makes you crazy. I could see why she would be so concerned about this though. Years ago when I was very little, the earth was in the middle of World War 2. My family was very poor and my dad was out fighting with the many others who were in the war. But one fateful day in in March of 1942, my dad was killed during a bombing in one of the United States. My mom was greatly impacted and we have been in the lower class ever since.

"You're not still thinking about the rumors are you mom?", I asked her thoughtfully.

"Well actually Carla, yes I am.", she replied

"Could I have some toast for breakfast?", I asked. That was actually all we could afford.

"Of course you can sweetheart.", she replied with the sweet smile that she gave me.

I'm about 5'7", I have long brown hair with blonde and red streaks, and I also have a ton of freckles and not just on my face. My eyes are green and my mother gave me her very special smile. That's how she swooned my father back when they were dating.

"Here you go sweetheart!", she said with her smile.

"Thanks mom.", I replied half-heartedly. I knew that she was just trying to keep our spirits up.

"Morning sissy!!!", Emma said while trying to take my toast off my plate. She's about 5'5" with short black hair, she has little freckles that are present, and very pesky at times.

"GIVE ME MY TOAST YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!!!", I yelled at her in frustration.

"Girls please stop this fighting right now!!!", my mother said.

"She took my toast!!!!!", I whined

"She yelled at me mommy!!!!!", Emma whined trying to get me in trouble.

"Now Emma, just because you add "mommy" onto that sentence, doesn't mean that you're not in trouble.", my mom sweetly said. "Now go and give Carla her toast and I'll make you some."

Emma waked over to me with a very nasty look and throws my toast at me.

"Here's you stupid toast Carla.", she said while throwing.

"DON'T EVER THROW TOAST AT ME EVER AGAIN YOU LITTLE PEST!!!!!", I screamed at her.

"You can't tell me what to do.", she said with a smart tone in her voice.

"Can you please send her away mom? Somewhere far away??", I asked annoyed.

"Now you know I can't do that Carla. She's special to you, but you just don't know it."

I bitterly began to eat my toast and thought to myself what I should do to try and make her stop being such a pest.

March 23rd, 1950

Well, my day was a total waste of time. Considering I only ate a piece of toast for breakfast, lunch, and dinner today. I wish that I wasn't in the lower class anymore!!!!!! I hate it so much!!!!!!!