I ran inside and ducked under my covers. My parents have seemed to notice the bullets as well. My mum ran to me when a loud boom interrupted her.

“We have to go!” My mum yelled impatiently. By now, the sky had darkened and dust filled the air.

“But my teddy is somewhere here!” I protested, (which actually sounded like ‘bu my tewwy somewhere hea!) By now, bullets had taken over the yard and the whole neighbourhood made their way to our house to make sure everyone (especially me because I was the only child in the block) was okay. This was the first time I had experienced an event that would continue to haunt me through my whole life. Fear crept up our spines as we ducked away from the projectiles. My mum quickly went inside the house to look for my dad. But he wasn’t there. She searched for what seemed like a long time until I went on inside. Near my house was deadly quiet except for the stamping of everyone trying to run away. I tottered into the house and heaved open the door with great effort … mysteriously, my mum had disappeared too. I cried in horror, gasped, and turned to see where a mysterious sound was coming from. There I was, the stubby little thing standing stranded in the middle of mybroken house, rain pouring down on me as I was planning my escape route.

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