War Mind

• Tara Whitney, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2018

I can’t decide what all this was about” Run!” a strange man yelled. He pulled me to the side of a building and was screaming in my face. My ear was blocked I could not hear him he pointed in a direction that was clear of war this was my safe option but being the stubborn argumentative type kid I ran in the other direction stood on a big rock and said in a historic voice. “What are you doing!” yelled that strange man again; interrupting me in the process I could finally hear him again when… “WHAT IS ALL THIS FIGHTING FOR?” I yelled to the top of my lungs making me breath in a lot of smoke.
No one stopped, no one answered, I was just curved. No one cared. I stood there for a while watching everyone I knew just get killed for no reason. I was so angry that I ran in the direction that the man told me to go in as I ran I remembered how my mum and dad died. My mum died protecting me when a German soldier came running with a gun to my face and dad was a British spy and he got killed telling the British false message. I was the only one that knew he was a spy. I start to cry hysterically as I run to the beach. I wasn’t touched or seen by a solider, I was invisible. I couldn’t be killed and I could not be touched. I saw peace with sun waves with harmony, like nothing could be worse than war. As I look down I saw a starfish when I was interrupted by an announcement being made by the Germans. They were asking the British men to surrender after. Many central whippings and a man tried to attack a German soldier.
I was so sorrowful. I couldn’t just ask for happiness is that just too hard to ask? I started to run for minutes I relied that I was running very loudly. When all of a sudden,
“Stop right there!” a man said from behind.
I turn around astonished to see British soldiers following me behind. They take my arm and start to run. I hear two gunshots and find to hear a rumour that the general had been shot and they were going to shot this young man in the head for protecting his wife. This all too much for a child like me. They were pulling me towards a moving train on tracks. This was just over the line I am not jumping…
Moreover, there I was on a train with a bunch of strangers to a place of safety.
I find myself standing in a field of grass and corncobs. The workers seem happy and the building seems untouched. War was for miles away. I walk down to an elder woman and ask, “Where are we?”
“Where in Crimba!”
Now we are finally safe or are we?