|The green is the life in Auckland and the black is the life in Syria|
Waking up as the sun beamed through my disco patterned curtains I imagined I was having a daytime disco. When I stopped daydreaming, I could smell a nice hot bowl of porridge just waiting to be eaten. I put on my uniform as the coldness of the t-shirt made me shiver. I felt like I was abandoning my warm clothes . When the clock turned to 8.00 o'clock I then knew it was time to head out and demolish my breakfast.
I heard the yelling, screaming and crying when I woke up. I peeked out of the tent to see men with guns. I was scared and I just wanted to get out of here. I quickly tried to find my family to go find another place to live. Thoughts of whether I would live another day, was running through my mind. We then set out running hoping not to get killed we found a place in just outside
During school we learnt about charity and art projects it was okay but before we knew it was already time for the school news so I
packed up and finished my work. At lunch we played tag and volleyball. As the bell rang I was happy because it meant that it was the last block of the day.
After the bad wake up that happened this morning I was happy that I was still alive but still . It was getting really serious I knew it was time to get to safety and quick. I don’t want this life I just want to live normal and safe.
Walking home with my friends I was wondering what was for dinner and the things that I learnt at school. When I got home I went to netball practice and had dinner after we went to sleep I sighed to myself “What a good life”
As it was time to go sleep a lot of things were running through my mind like will tomorrow be the same, will I live to see another day
and will me and my family have to put up with this.
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