The Great War

The Newspaper

I came home from school (we had enough money for mine and my sister's education) to see my mom sitting and reading the newspaper. She once again had that look of concern on her face.

"Mom, why are you still reading those rumors?", I asked.

She turned to me with her look of concern worsening by the second.

"Great Britain has declared war on us. They're not sure what they'll do next.", she said, her voice quivering.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I grabbed the newspaper and quickly read it. It was all true.

"This is horrible!!!! What are we going to do??????.", I said, completely panicked.

"For now, we can only hope they don't begin to fight."

"But they most likely will, won't they mom?"

"Eventually Carla, yes. They will begin to fight."

I couldn't believe it. After all the rumors, I can't believe it was coming down to this. What was going to happen to the future of my family? What is going to happen to our home? Would we have to move to a new home?

My sister contently walked through the door. When she saw our faces, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What went on in here?", Emma asked curiously.

My mom calmly walked over to her and told it to her gently.

"Sweetheart, there is a war going on right now. We're not sure what the future could have in store for us. We might even have to move away."

My sister looked at me with a dumbstruck face.

"Is this true Carla???", Emma asked, her voice tense.

I froze for a minute. Then I finally replied.

"Yes Emma."

Emma ran up the stairs and shut her bedroom door.

"I'll go and check on her mom."

"Thanks Carla."

Then I began to walk upstairs. When I got to her room, I saw her laying on her bed crying buckets of tears.

"What do you want Carla?", she snapped at me.

"Mom wanted me to check on you.", I replied back.

"Carla, I don't wanna move away! I'm happy here!"

"Emma, it's just a possibility. It's alright. We may not move away."

Emma came to me and hugged me so tight that I almost couldn't breathe. We stood there for what felt like hours, savoring the moment.

March 30th, 1950

I can't believe what I read in the newspaper! My mom and sister have lost it with this whole "future outlook" thing. I don't think any of that stuff is going to happen. I hope not...