Buried

330 p.m.

I have to ask him but after dinner he starts first and I almost have no time. The conversation went like this.

"I sweetie, How was your day," he asked me.

" It was fine, why was that solider here," I said before he could say another word

He was sitting in his grandpa's hand made chair with American symbols on it. I could see my dad grab the handle and say.

"Sweetie, I do not like to tell you this but we are going to war with Mexico. It started tonight, but they may attack soon." He said back.

I could see he was upset, and I could not upset him anymore. I thought he could not take it anymore. I knew, I just had to stop before he broke down. I did not have to through he left the room before I could say another word. I too soon ran up to my room. I studied it, school posters on my wall. My blue bed that I just fell on and my sister. Wait, what is my sister doing here. I just had to ask like this. But first I am going to mess her little mind. I planned it quickly, she was hiding under some blankets in the corner next to my bed.

"What is that? Is that a wasp nest in the corner of my room nearly holding on about to drop." I said in a panicked voice.

"Where?" Diamond yelled.

"No where, you pest," I said in a mad voice.

"Meanie weenie-," she said.

"Get out of my room," I stopped her chant.

"Fine, meanie-." She said as I shut the door in her face.

I hate my annoying sister, I wish she could leave and get taken by the Mexicans. I wish she could get out of space. My pod is buzzing, just in time. Yes, it's Faith.

"I'm leaving losers as I walk out the door." I yell.