An Unlikely Time

Chapter 14- A Suiting End

It's been two months since the battle ended. A little rundown on what happened.
When I left, the soldiers killed all the Brits inside and took the general. I think he saw the note when they dragged him out, because his violent screaming became silence.
These last few months have been better though. The government was up and running again, phones were on the market, houses were being sold, oil was being drilled for, and food was no longer scarce. Animals were visible again, people weren't stealing anymore, including me, Americans returned to their homes and everything was returning to normal.
I saw my friends reappear, Zoe and Tancy moved into the house next to us, Rachael and Stacey lived down my road. Even poor brainwashed Chloe had returned and helped out. We forgave and forgot those who had been forced to fight, and the troops came home. Life was as it should be: at peace.
I looked at the calendar at one point and took a breath. The war had gone on for almost two whole years. It had passed so fast, I felt it had only been a few months. But I was happy it was over.
I took one long look in the mirror at myself. I was scared up, I wasn't sure if the one on my head would even leave, or if my side would heal. But at least I was alive. And that was all that mattered.
The world seemed to go on and revive itself. People of America rejoiced and drank until they stumbled home. Children cheered and played. Americans became friendlier, and so did the grumpy teens. People grew up, and life for those hurt seemed to heal slowly.
Countries re-allied again, which made everyone happy. Two was always better than one, even if you fought with them.
I was now 17. I look back and chuckled, realizing I never got a "Sweet Sixteen", although that was the least of my problems. I was just happy everything had turned out for the best.
While digging through my ratted room, I had found a small journal. I decided to write my journeys inside. This would be a big moment in history to look back on, and I knew I would want to tell this story to my kids someday, even if I go through the pain of childbirth, which made me cringe.
I would probably be grounded for a long while, considering all the dis-obeying I did. I didn't deny it. It was wrong of me to leave my parents so much and worry them like I did,
But in the end I didn't regret a single action, because everyone led to where I am now.
I believe God gave us this journey for a reason. He was teaching us something, that can easily be disproved or approved by anyone. But I knew no matter what happened, he did it in the best interest for us.
I wasn't excited about grounding, but I still smiled, and let my brain lie in rest.

I leaned against the glass door, letting the sun soak me in warmth while I dreamed.

And I thought, maybe grounding won't be so bad.