Acirema

I grew up in England, which I think you can feast your eyes upon for the rest of your life. I remember growing up there with my parents and taking all of our family vacations there. The house I grew up in was amazing. It was as if I was living in a perfect fairy tale. It was made of brick and had gigantic windows in the front. It had all of the details of a house that was indescribable!
         However, unexpected happenings occur in life. Some brilliantly perfect and some that are not so perfect at all; surprises that can change the course of your life...forever. This is my story of the unexpected happening that occurred in my life that made my family and me take many twist and turns. This story changed the course of my life.
         My family and I were playing outside on a beautiful sunny day in our backyard. No clouds could be seen. The only thing that was visible was the flocks of birds roaming the sky and the sun that beat down on our faces.
         Of course, like all people, I grew tired. Therefore, I plopped down on the ground and picked at some strands of green grass. I let the grass drift off my hand and travel with the wind as I gazed into the distance at the mountain range. As I stared, my heart began to pound tremendously. My whole body went numb and my eye twitched. I saw the most frightening thing you could ever see. In the distance, I saw a...mushroom cloud formed by a nuclear bomb!
         I jumped up and hollered, "Mom, Dad!" they stared at me. "Look at the mountains!"
         "Look mommy!" said my little sister. "The mountains are growing a mushroom!"
         "GET IN THE HOUSE!" shrieked my father.
         We all ran into the house, my sister clueless of what was happening.
         "Everyone pack your bags, we are out of here in five!"
         I quickly packed my bag as the rest of my family did and before I knew it, we were on a massive ship with my heart pounding as the rest of England.
         My family and I found our small room on the ship to settle down in. The whole ship was very crowded, so we did not leave our room.
         Now, I am going to pause the story for just a moment to tell you in specific, well sort of specific details what had just happened. This was a life or death situation going on here and that is why we were in such a hurry. If we would not have left in at least a day, we would have of died from a radioactive storm from the nuclear bomb. And, if you want to believe it or not, China was the one behind all of this mischief.  This was the England Revolution! Now is the time where your suspense ends. Back to the rest of the story!
         "Dad," I said, "may I have a word with you?"
         "Why of course you can," he replied sitting down on his bed with my mom and sister in the other room. "Come have a seat."
         I sat down next to him.
         "Dad, where are we headed," I asked. "This is all happening so quickly that my head is beginning to hurt."
         "Well," he began, "we are headed to Acirema, one of the friendliest nations known. They have not had a war ever before for their high security, so we will be more than safe there."
         "But why not just cross the continent instead of waiting on a ship for months to come?" I asked curiously.
         "Son," my dad said with a weak voice, "China has their whole army around the whole continent in places that we could not even think of. If we were to step foot in the wrong place, w-we could be k-killed. And your mother and I do not want to take those chances with you and your sister."
         I nodded my head, "Well...I-I mind of as well go to sleep....Goodnight father."
         Days grew past as the days evolved into weeks and the weeks turned into months. We did not know how much longer until we would reach Acirema, but what we did know was that our lives would be much more pleasant there.
         Eventually, the food grew scarce and all we could have were diminutive portions of meals. We all grew pale and tired, but we still had enough energy to survive. Unfortunately, my sister was the one who became sick. My mother prayed for her every morning and every night; however, we all knew that she could not live for much longer. We all had our hopes upon her, though she eventually left us. She pasted as she slept in her bed. My family's hearts were broken. This unexpected happening changed the course of my life and the course of many other lives. We cried ourselves to sleep every cold night upon the ocean.
         KABOOM! KABOOM!
         I awoke with a sudden jolt from that noise. I looked out my small window from the side of the ship and all I could see were gigantic waves colliding into my window! I did get a short glance of lightening above in the starry sky. The lightening struck and the thunder roared. The ship rocked back and forth as if it were a giant rocking chair. The dark sky made it feel more frightening than it already was. I was scared out of my mind. I had a terrible feeling that I was going to die. I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes shut. I tried to think of the happy times in my life, however it did not work.
         "Son!" my father yelled. He pulled the covers off me and grabbed me with all of the might he could muster. He shoved me over his shoulders and I kept my eyes shut the whole time he walked.
         As I opened my eyes, I saw something amazing, but horrible at the same time. A fearful wave came crashing over the ship breaking everything around me to pieces, even the floor where my dad stood carrying me. Wait, where was my mom? Nevertheless, I did not have time to look, because all I remember from that time is blankness.
         
Before I knew it, I was covered in sand like a powdered donut, and to be awoken by strange looking people. My dad was beside me, however, my mother was not.
         "Welcome to Acirema!" one of the strange looking people greeted.
         When I heard the word "Acirema", I knew I survived the long journey to Acirema. However, my sister and my mother did the exact opposite of that.
         Ten years pasted, I a grown man, and a war did never come to Acirema. My dad and I still cry ourselves to sleep each night in memory of my sister and mother.

THE END