This story is about war and what I THINK MIGHT end up being the future. Please don't read it if you are under 10
The world was dying. People were fighting for a huge variety of different things. Everyone who wasn't dead, were on their way to. Anyone who wasn't dying, would live in fear, and anyone who wasn't living in fear, were on their way to committing suicide.
I sat bored in my hut, waiting (as usual) for the carers (the governments workers) to bring my family an apple each. Mother lay on a miniature knitted cloth, vomiting into a bag that was once used to carry snacks and clothes. Father, stood strongly at the door fighting the tears whilst my baby sister Karen, rolled in a red sleeping bag. My baby brother Huey laid at father's feet. Someone tapped the door lightly then said, " Carers, we care."
"Come in" dad said in his deep, strict voice. 2 men dressed in clean tuxedo's came in, respectfully passing apples to 'the man who stood at the door', well, that was who he was to them. How much longer is this ridiculous war going to go on for? Am I going to spend the rest of my life in this hut, eating an apple a day and watching my family's heart's break?
"Dad, how come we have to sit here in this tiny hut, eating an apple a day making sure no one dies whilst there living in huge white houses protected by professional guard dogs, eating delicious banquets everyday?" I asked 2 minutes after the carers left. Father sat me down on my grass mat, and began explaining to me, but I didn't really understand, so kept saying "ok" to let him know that I'm listening.
I shoved on my purple t-shirt and black jeans for school. For our own safety, children weren't allowed outside so in order to get to school we had to crawl into plastic tunnels filled with notes, rotten apples and more.
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