7Yesterday I recieved a letter from one of my friends. Well, someone I thought was my friend. Somehow she knew I was against the war - probably from when it hadn't really started yet - and she called me rude names, and other worse things. I just hope the Americans don't find out.
I really hope the Americans don't do raids or searches or anything. What would happen if they found this book? Surely I would be locked away. Or worse. Age doesn't matter to them anymore, neither does gender. They take, women, kids, babies. Anyone who doesn't side with them. I wonder if this is worse than WWII? I wouldn't know. I wonder if there is anyone in this war who was in WWII? Imagine that, having to live through two World Wars, in one lifetime. That would be horrible. I wonder if after this war is over - if it ever ends - there will be a WWIIII?
In school we learned about WWII. I wonder if, in 50 years kids will be learning about this war in school. What an awful thought that is. They would probably get all the facts wrong.
THIS IS ALL BULLSHIT! THIS WHOLE WAR! I WISH I WERE DEAD! At least if I were dead I would have to go through this pain. Relatives of mine have been taken away. I don't where they are, I don't even know if they're alive. Whoever you are, you, the one reading this, I hope you never have to go through this. I hope that people can figure out how to learn from their mistakes so that history won't have to repeat itself, once again.
I really do feel sorry for you, person that is reading this, I feel sorry you have to hear about all my pains. I know I'm just putting weight on you, so that you can carry the weight I carry. Pain, pain, pain, that's all our world ever does for eachother. Whatever happened to "Love your neighbour"? Obviously no one cares anymore. All anyone cares for anymore is their own wellbeing. I don't even know if I have any friends to worry about and care for anymore. Everyone sided with the Americans. I would tell everyone how I feel, but it would put the rest of my family in danger as well. I don't even know what to do anymore.
I had a younger sister, before the war. She was only one year old. My parents thought it would be best if she were somewhere safer so they...so they..they put her in an Orphanage. A few months later the Orphanage was bombed by Iraqi's, and...no one survived.
I had an older brother too, but he's...gone as well. He went to fight with the Americans, and he..never came back..he's MIA, and they say there is still some hope left...but I can't see it. Nobody see's any hope. Most people just hope that either this will all be over soon, or - like me - hope that their home will be bombed so they can end the endless pain.
Not only is life now painful, but boring as well. So boring it's painful, that's why I write this. It's something to do. I can't go outside to play, I have no games. All we have is paper, pens, and some cards. That is all we have for entertainment.
Oh no, my parents called me. They want to have a family "discussion".
LATER-
NO! MY PARENTS CANNOT DO THIS TO ME! THEY WANT TO SEND ME TO AUSTRALIA! THEY SAY THEY WANT ME TO BE SAFE, AND IT'S ONE OF THE ONLY PLACES IN THE WORLD THAT HASN'T BEEN BOMBED. If it hasn't been bombed, isn't it more likely to be bombed? Wouldn't it to be safest to stay here, in Canada, with my family? I told my Parents I wouldn't go, and they told me I couldn't stop them. They're right though, I can't stop them, not anymore. I have no say in anything anymore.
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A/N: Thank you to my 2 reviewers: Gold Enchantress(yes the idea sends me trembling too. I certainly hope this story remains fictional. Remeber the Americans started the war, adn this is from a Canadians POV[point of view]), Seran Perry(Thanks for your support, I hope it will shape up pretty good.) I'm hoping this chapter is as good, or better than the first?