I Was Only Little

• Kayla Bazley, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2014

My hair was dirty and blowing in the wind. Sand and dirt was in my eyes. I was screaming and yelling while breathing in smoke from behind me. I was so scared lots of people were behind me screaming, yelling and shouting out. I was only four, I had no family members around me infact no where to be seen. My legs were sore from running away. Blood and bodies everywhere I was so scared and crying in pain and I haden't even been shot. There was another dead person on the ground. Everytime someone was on the ground I lost faith, I had lost faith fast! someone was trying to take me away I didn't want to go, I wanted my mum. Instead some strange person was helping me. Crying, screaming and yelling. Since that day all I can dream about is the bombs, guns, explosions, people screaming and yelling.