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The sun shone bright through the shiny window. Just one streak of light was all that was needed to awake Jasmine from her dream. It made the inside of her eyelid glow. The light made her face warm and gently it encouraged Jasmine to move her hand from her soft cosy sheets to her eye to give it an awaking rub. Slowly she sat up and looked around the room that she was not yet familiar with. She stretched across the big bed and reached for her lamp to add more light to the room. " how did I get here, maybe if I had have changed the way I spoke, they wouldn't have been able to tell I wasn't British" she thought about how stupid she had been. Jasmine thought about the days, when at home in Australia, she would have not a care in the world because war was away, but now...She felt cold and butterflies bloomed in her stomach at the thought of what happened back home. About the invasion and deaths and hostages.  About the fighting and arrows and swords. About the sound of a head roll.All Rights Reserved

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