KIDS WHO HAD A DREAM TO BECOME A IMPORTANT PERSON

George Hitson

Hi, my name is George Hitson. I used to live in a poor island under Europe that is full of attacks. Bombs, acid and deaths of our loved ones. I was only 11 yrs old back then. I lived with my fake grandpa Jack. It was always a dull day everyday, smoke and rain. I work as a young worker in the factory with my friend James. James is 9 yrs old so he is younger then me. This will be a story about what happened before I arrived in California. My story will start now...

It was 1907 Thursday 19: 04: 02. I was working in the factory with my rusty face, 'Hey kid, you sure you wanna do this?' I needed to get in the machine and fix the broken bit but it will be dangerous, 'Of course! I am a man.' my fake grandpa jack was worried even though he is not my relatives. I got down in the deep machine with a rope tide around my waist, 'Be careful George!' Jack shouted from the top holding onto the rope putting me down to the floor. I opened my red tool box and took a screw driver and crawled under the machine, 'Hey kid hurry up the machine will start again soon!' the machine is broken but it still goes on and the fire cage will open again and heat up metal. I quickly took the metal sheet out and found the problem, 'Hurry George!' I heard James shouting from the top. I took the screw driver and got the smaller screws out. I quickly took out all the unnecessary pieces and screwed back the metal sheet but one of the screws were missing, 'GEORGE! ANOTHER MINUTE AND THE MACHINE WILL START! HURRY GEORGE!' I tried to find the screw and I found it took it and screwed back the the metal sheet, '10, 9, 8!' James was counting down so I could hurry, 'PULL ME UP!' I shouted from the bottom. Jack and James pulled me up and the fire turned on. I got up and people cheered for me except for the boss. 

Me and James took our lunch from the cafeteria, 'George I'm scared.' I got confused, 'Why?' he looked up at me, 'Didn't you read the news paper?' I shook my head, 'It said that any attacks that will occur at our town will come without a warning!' my eye's widened, 'SHHHH!' I had to make him calm down or else the gangsters will come at us and beat us up again.

I walked back to my house. I saw grandpa Jack sleeping on the coach and James ran to his room and slept as well.

(1:23 AM)

BOOM! I woke up and heard a loud onomatopoeia next to my room and got out of my bed, 'Jack! James!' I shouted but when I look out my window I saw horrendous things. People running, people crying, kids getting lost and... Soldiers. I ran to James room and opened his door, 'JAMES!' but when I got into his room, his room roof was crushed down and saw half of his body out from the pile of huge rocks, blood splashed on to his face and on going blood spilling out. I was shock and silent thoughts were just in my head. Jack grabbed me by the waist and carried me out of the house, 'JAMES! JAMES!' I cried out unconsciously, 'JACK! JAMES IS STILL IN THERE!' he put me down, 'George, James is gone...' I saw tears out of his eye's, 'NO! HE IS NOT! LET GO OF ME!' Jack carried me again and ran away, 'JAMES! NO JAMES!' I cried as I saw our whole house getting blown away. 

Jack put me down and told me to run on my own because he was tired. So I ran beside him and arrived at the boats but the other boats had float away and there was one more left, 'George...' I looked back when I saw Jack catching his breath, 'George I'm sorry that I couldn't help James... ' I looked down to him, 'No Jack it wasn't your fault. Let's hurry before the boat leaves.' he got up and ran along with me. I got in side the boat but Jack didn't, 'Hurry Jack!' he shook his head, 'Bye...' I was crying hard as the boat ladder got up, 'No! I need my grandpa!' they pushed me away. I got up and from the distance I saw Grandpa Jack waving his hands showing a good bye, 'GRANDPA JACK!' I shouted as I saw the whole town getting blown away with fire and saw grandpa Jack laying on the floor ground dead.

(2019, PRESENT)

I arrived to California as you can imagine and was raised by a nice household. I still remember what had happened. The place is now a famous tour place. Every time I go there people would remember where other towns that had wars and would have a information stone but in my town no tours go there not an inch because nobody remembers where our town lies and forgotten what had happened there. I would always be the only one  putting a rose on the sand where Jack and James is buried deep in the soil. They may not be my relatives but we are still a family.