the war 》 h.s.

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October 15th, 1956

 Marcie Johnson couldn't say she was surprised by the words she heard on the radio that morning, nor did she find herself caring as the woman frantically broke the news about their country's future.

"After months of continuous and rising tensions between the United States and the U.K., the president has just recently said that they have officially declared war upon the United Kingdom. Fear has washed over the country in a giant wave-."

Though she knew she should've felt some way about the situation, Marcie responded to the message with a blank stare.

In her 16-year-old mind, she found herself thinking that it wouldn't affect her, for she thought that she was born into her world for a reason- and that it wouldn't be torn away over some "simple" (As she thought) complications between two nations.

But boy, was she wrong.

After listening to the short, important message on the radio, she clicked off on the device and decided she'd check on her parents. They were in the living room of the house, she knew, listening to the radio much more intensely and worried than she was.

She pushed herself off of the comfort of her bed and padded her bare feet on the cold, wooden floor and exited her small bedroom. She then skipped over to where her parents sat; the living room.

There, her mother sat with her head in her hands and her father biting his knuckle. They both closely listened to the static-y radio whilst it played with their bodies leaning forward in fearful concentration.

"Have you heard the news sweety?" Her mother rushed once she noticed her 16-year-old daughter standing there calmly, assuming she'd be less nonchalant about the situation if she had known.

The girl shrugged, turned around to the kitchen and skipped over to a counter, to which lay a small apple.

"Yeah, I guess. I listened to the radio for a bit a minute ago." She murmured, clasping a firm hand around the small fruit, to which she swiftly bit out of. From the corner of her eye, she could see her parents giving her wide eyes of both shock and confusion.

"What?" The girl questioned with a mouth stuffed with food, small pieces of the apple spitting out of her mouth as she spoke. She heard her mother murmur something to her father as she shook her head, but Marcie didn't find herself caring enough to ask what it was.

Marcie stood there a few moments longer, chomping down on the small fruit as her parents stood in mere silence, and began walking back towards the front door of her house. She threw the apple a few inches into the air, and then caught it, shortly afterward chucking the core over her shoulder towards the general direction of the trashcan. She stopped walking for a second before she then heard the swoosh of a lid and the hitting of a plastic bag as the fruit successfully made it into the trash.

Once she made it to the door, she skimmed the rack in which held the Johnson household's shoes and slipped into her favorite pair; her black and white saddle pair. She adjusted the shoes a bit with her hand, and flattened down her short white dress with the palms of her hands, before then swinging the door open.

"I'm going to go on a bike ride, okay, mother and father?" She paused for a second, waiting for a response, but then continued even when no one answered back. "Okay then. See you in a bit!"

And as the girl exited the house, the two parents stared at the floor beneath them, worrying about all that would happen in the near and very dangerous future.

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