It was the year of 1964 and I was in my room reading a book while blocking my ears. I was clearly trying not to hear those gruesome gunshots. Every day I did this so I wouldn't have to think about my mother who died from one of those guns. It was a rifle. At least I'm pretty sure It was. I never want to hear that gunshot again. So now it's clear to say that I'm basically poor. I live in a small barn house in Saigon city in the south of Vietnam. Vietnam is starting to become a communist country, I don't want it to be though. My house is not so far from where the war is going on. Oh yeah and that book that I was reading, it's pretty much the only book I have. My mother gave it to me. She was good to me but now I'm living with my Dad and my big brother called Thien. That's the only family I have left.
Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Thuy Nguyen. I love to sing and one day I hope I'll get to be a singer one day. What's that sound. Oh my dad's calling me.
"Thuy COME DOWN HERE, what are you doing?" asked Dad.
"Nothing" I say. I run outside where my dad's chopping up wood for his work. Thien was helping him.
"What is it Dad"? I asked.
"I want you and Thien to run down to the market and get us some rice for dinner" he says.
"But Dad what if something happens like those presidents that got shot last year, there's a war going on if you haven't noticed."
"You'll be fine" he says.
"Now here's some money and just be careful, ok."
"We will." Me and Thien run down to the markets.
"What were you doing up there Thuy?" Asked Thien while we were walking.
"Where?" I say.
"In your room silly," said Thien giving a obvious look.
"Oh I was just reading my book", I answered.
"You're still reading that book? he says.
"Well it comforts me, it brings back memories you know" I say.
"Well she was good to us" Thein responded.
After we got the rice we went home. I put the big sack of rice on a table and went to go back to my room to read my book. For some reason I keep hearing loud screaming noises coming from outside. It sounded like two men, I look out the window. Oh no. It's Dad and Thien.
'What are they doing? Why are those people dragging them away?' I think to myself, I run outside. But It was too late they've already gotten in the truck. I run after the truck while my dark black hair is jumping up and down in front of my misty brown eyes,
"Where are you going?" I shout out to them.
"We're just going somewhere to help the country darling" he replied.
"But what do you mean?, wait come back, STOP." I try to run even faster but I can't, my legs feel like I've just gotten up after sitting on the ground for hours. I see that Dad tries to get up but the the people wearing a red and white armband with a star in the middle don't let him. Thein looks like he's about to cry. It starts to make me cry too but I don't, I try to hold it in but it's just not working.
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Run Home || Thuy's Perspective
Historical FictionA two perspective story... The other part of the story... It was the year of 1964 and I was in my room reading a book while blocking my ears. I was clearly trying not to hear those gruesome gunshots. Every day I did this so I wouldn't have to think...
