As Sweet As Cupcakes

Sol

I sat at the foot of my bed, reading the book that daddy gave me. I wonder why my parents don't let me out. Can't we just talk it out and the war will stop? I'm just eight, they said. I'm too gullible, they said. I tried to continue reading my book until mother barged in. "Sol, come here," she said. I peeked out,but I knew she couldn't see me. I'm too small, after all. A benefit, I guess? "Sol!" Okay, that made me jump. I stood up and came up to her. "What?" "Go and pack up your things. We're leaving." What? We're just leaving in the middle of the day? And why is she so straightforward? "Why?" I whined. She then held me by the shoulders and looked in my eyes. "Fine." Her expression relaxes. "Okay, sweetie. Love you." She then walked away. I stared into the white wall, mind swirling with thoughts, but suddenly i remembered what i needed to do. Why did everything happen so fast? As if you're surprised, Sol. This happens every month. I sighed and started to pack my things. I begin to wonder when I will be able to play my toys in peace.You're so gullible, Sol. "Shut up, self. You don't even know what it means!"
I told myself. As i finished, i silently said goodbye to my 1-month old home. As we arrived, I saw a huge house. I sighed and decided to look around. I just wanted some peace and quiet. I spotted a huge fence and walked towards it. A huge camp was behind the fence, and dozens of people, maybe more, were marching. Only one thing caught my eye. A little girl about my age was clung on to her mother. Who is she?

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Luna

I clung on to my mother, eyes swimming with tears. I knew this day would come. But I couldn't lose part of my family again. I was always a cheerful and optimistic girl before, but everything had changed when my brother was involved in a school bombing. He was like a best friend to me. My dad worked as constantly for my family, and I miss how he used to toss me up and catch me. Now, my mother cares for me and I pray for her as much as how I pray for other families. We marched with other poor families, and we've been doing this for so long. Finally the huge camp was visible. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see all the torture. I opened them again but instead focused on a book in my hand. My father had given it to me, and now I keep it everywhere I go. I only had a few friends, and I lost them constantly because of all the soldiers and dad's work.
"Ma, don't go away from me, okay?" "Of course, my dear. I will always be with you through bad and good times. " She squeezed my hand and smiled. We finally reached the camp, and the soldiers left us in a cramped tent.
Great, now they're treating us like slaves. I tried to say hello to someone, but they would not reply. I decided to go out as my mother kissed my forehead and left. I wandered outside and spotted something like a huge fence.
I spotted a huge house and instantly felt envy. I've always wanted to be rich.But sadly we could not. Rich kids. I went nearer and saw a girl about my age. Who is she?