Unthinkable

Diversity

I woke up and looked around me. Everyone was famished. They all looked so weak and scrawny. For a second there, I'd forgotten I was one of them, with them. Therefore, I felt sorry. But then the feeling kicked into my spirit. Maybe I'll die today. Maybe I'll be taken to saftey today. Maybe I'll guarantee survival today. Maybe today I lose everything. The possibilities were unthinkable. My head spun. I racked my brain all night, trying my best to find a way that this situation was no different than a normal day. But there was nothing. I sat in silence and glared at the pale faces around me. They looked at me with clear discomfort, and at first I didn't understand, so I guess my stares kept irritating them. Until my mother said, "Hali, beta, you're disturbing them. Please stop staring," I kept scanning my surroundings. We were all in an enclosed tent, kind of thing. In fact, it was more like a large cage. It had steel walls and was quite spacious, but about 150 people were inside at once. The body warmth made us all sweat and there was nothing we could do but bear with the heat. We were supposed to be shipped off somewhere far away. Somewhere with the title of "Pamistan" or "Palistan" or something of that type. You see, I am 14 years old and my sister, mother and I live in India. We are currently in immense danger. My father is fighting in war and my younger brother is barely human enough to even be existant. I don't even know how this all came up. One day I was sitting in my room, writing pointless, boring things in my diary, just for the heck of it. And here I am now, sitting here writing about something that I bet would be so valuable in the future because of its personal and utter detail.