~Flashback~~
(Classy POV)
I walked out into the dark streets. My mother made me run out to get the milk this morning. It was time of terror in my country. I'm from Afghanistan. I was born in Canada and raised most of my life. But when my mothers nurse job got transferred to over seas everything changed. My Life has always been simple till I moved here. I used to be just Classy Jones a 17 year old girl who was just trying to pass high school and get into her local college. When My mom moved us away , all I could could think of is " What if my future going to be like?" Well i soon found that out. If I didn't die I would have t become a nurse. My mother made that very clear that I could no longer pick my future it was deiced for me.
I walked into the open dry street. I had to be fast before the bad people caught me. I never knew there proper name but my mom always called them the bad people. they liked to take the children away and take them captive. My mom always told me to stay away from them. I ran down the street to the local " Market" It was more of a pawn place but I called it the market. I ran past the gate and into the market. I walked up to the local man who sell ed the milk. Me and my mom were pretty much the only white people here. it was weird and it made me stand out witch i didn't like.
I picked up the milk and began the journey home. it was always an " adventure" If you would call it. Most people would be scared by this type of journey everyday, but now that I'm used to it I don't mind it. I know the proper places to go with out Gotten seen. I walked into my house and there I saw it. My mom was helping a new customer. He was white skinned and had blond hair. i was confused normally i din't see this types of people here. I walked up closer I saw him , he was hurt badly . He had a large scar on his bar back and his face was cut and full of blood. They caught him. The bad people had caught him. He obviously didn't;t know about them other wise I'm sure he would have taken more precaution on watching for them.
My mother showed me off to go fetch some clean warm water. I ran back and he was wincing in pain " Mom who is he" I questioned , The boy looked up at me with his glazed over eyes" Niall" He whispered. My heart broke at how horse his voice was. I had seen many patents like this before. But I felt something different about this boy.
My mom got him healed up and he would stay with us until he felt better. " So this is your room for a while. sorry it's nothing much." I showed him to the guest room. It had a simple cot and a desk. Just the same as my room. We used to have so much back in Canada but after the move everything just was horrible in my opinion. " It's fine thank you very much" His accent was different , It wasen't American and he didn't;t sound similar to me. Irish ! That's what he was. What the hell was he doing in Afghanistan? " So your names Niall?" I asked as I began to put the new sheets on the cot. " Yes Niall Horan " He walked over slowly and held out his hand. I shook it and smiled finsihing setting up the bed. " Well there you go, please let me know if you need anything" I smiled and began to leave the room, he stopped me. " what is your name?" He smiled he had braces , his teeth looked amazing. "I'm Classy , But most people call me Clas." He smiled " Your name is so orignal and beautiful " He smiled again." Clas, Who did this to me?" I looked down and my face tunred from a smile to a face of worry." Well, There a gang . Here in Afghanistan we have lots of gangs and rebulicans. We don't really have control of what were aloud to do. There is a war." I staied sitting down on the bare cold floor. He sat down slowly beside me " Why are you here anyways ? Nothing good comes fromt his place" I asked harshly " Well, I'm from a band and we came to help this charity that involes with kids being saved, I kinda guessed something was wrong when we where helping save children." He looked down intertwining his fingers . a band huh. interesting. " So Where is the rest of your band then?" He looked down running a hand threw his blond locks " They fled. My manager said we had to get out fast that the people were comign to kill, The boys ran off . I was talking with a little group of girls and didn't get the memo I guess. I got a text telling me to move away , I was too late and they came and took all the little girls and ingured me. I was lucky your mom was there" He looked down at the scars on his arms. " don't worry, I'll make sure your out of here fast. You don't need to deal with this place It's to much complex." I stood up and helped him stand up too" Thanks Clas, I hope to see you again" I smiled and left the room.
~~End of Flash back~~
Dear Niall,
I don't know if your getting my letters. They might not be sending them. The war is getting worse and I'm afrid I might not make it threw most nights. I'm still awaiting freedom. Just remeber I love you so much , pelase don't give up on me. Cause I'm never giving up on you.
Love Clas
