I quickly sat up and straighten my back, my ears perked for any other sudden noises. That was the fourth bomb this night and they all seemed to be getting closer and Im starting to get butterflys in my belly, worried of what might happen next. But it all happend to quickly. A bomb struck our house right outside my bedroom door, and before i could do anything it bursted into none ending flames. My eyes were blinded by the smoke and my tears as I tried to make my way out the window to save my Mum and Sister, Savannah. I screamed at the top of my lungs as soon as I felt the tonuges of fire licking up my legs, burning and scarring my skin. I squinted through the smoke and my tears and hurridly made my way to the window, desprate to get out of here. When i heard a scream followed by a deafaning thud. Dreading what was behind me, I spun around and saw what no only daughter would like to see at this very moment. My mum lying. Dead...
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Teen FictionWhy do I have to move to another conutry? Why does my mum have to be wounded? Why did my dad have to leave me? Why did my sister have to die? Why does this have to happen to me? Its world war three in England between England and France and only...
