The civil war, the real hunger games, a community war, there are many ways to describe this scenario. One group going at each other with no real aim to win or gain something. Just an intense nerf gun game with real guns, real daggers and real people. And I was one of them. The girl with the ombré hair, standing proud with my blue pocket, intertwined with the evil, dead bodies of the lifeless humans, looking at all there faces. Scars of heroism and determination, hearts that were filled with families and loved ones and eyes filled with fond memories lie before me in piles when I search of the one I was loved by, the one I was scared by and the one I was cared by, Harry.
It all started the summer of 1983. The streets were bear with only the leaf litter from the trees. The sky, dark with clouds, the air cold and sharp and the noise…none. It was odd for a place like Ashville to be so quiet.
Ashville was a place of love and passion with young, ambitious people decorating our streets, birds spread over the sky, air filled with cigarette smoke and fragrances of food from the corner shops and the noise…loud. The noise loud with people talking, people laughing, and people living a great life but today was the exception.
Today was a day of despair and sadness, coldness and hunger, blood and shadows. Today was the day when Ashville was to brake off from Wellington.
(A brief summary Ashville is a large suburb in the town called Wellington that has wanted its independence but the town Wellington wont let them have it so they go into war.)
Today I wear a blue pocket that shows that I am from Ashville, where we are free without government and rules. Where we can live freely and do as we please. But down the road might stand a young boy, about 6 or 7 standing along side his parents awaiting out attach.
The whole of the Wellington and Ashville were against each other and there was one way to wait until they passed. If you weren’t wearing a pocket you were instantly shot to the ground of your kitchen while they searched for unarmed children or other residents.
