In this moment I find myself frozen. Unable to think, unable to move. Just able to stand here and watch my parents be taken from me. My eyes trail around the cluttered second floor of our small, wooden house. I need to run.
Running would be silly. They would hear me!
"Is there anyone else in this house?" I hear a guard downstairs say to my mother.
"No, sir." I can hear the shaking in her voice.
"Then you won't mind if we check the rest of the house, will you?"
"Please," my father interrupts. "Believe us that there is no one else in here."
"I'm afraid we can't do that. Nelson, check the basement. Crawford, check upstairs. Go."
I need to go. But where? If I try to break a window they will hear me. I'm going to have to be smart about this... a gun. My parents keep a gun under their bed.
I head into my parents room and as I'm kneeling down to reach under the bed, a board beneath my foot creaks. I freeze.
"I.. I think I heard something! Major!"
Oh no.
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Bí ẩn / Giật gân"Let's go! Get down here! Everyone on the ground!" My eyes shoot open and I sit up as quick as I can. They're here. I silently walk towards the stairs where I see my father and my mother-- and a Rebel Guard. The Rebel Guards have been ar...
