I was there in this huge family of a bunch of adopted children. We where in danger. Ppl wanted us dead. I was friends with this girl, one of my sisters, around my age. One of my brothers, Thomas, had a crush on her and was getting too creepy about it so she came to me for advice. We where talking when they rescued this new girl named Doris. As she ran into our house this mob formed trying to rip us out of the house. And they took Thomas. I watched him get pulling onto a hill and killed. I was screaming for my mom and dad to come...but no one came. I went back to the family room. Everyone was sitting asking Doris questions. She was small. Maybe five or four. And had green eyes. They looked at me. Tears running down my face. My sister friend person came up to me and was like, "dude I haven't seen Thomas in forever do u think he got over me?" I said nothing. "Raneem?" " He's dead", I whispered not raising my head. Everything was quiet. My mom ran over,"come again dear?" My body filled up with anger, " HE'S DEAD!", if they had listened before he wouldn't be.
Then I woke up.
