“Good night, Joey,” Joey’s dad said as his mom kissed him on his forehead.
13 year old Joe was going to bed on a Saturday, but just as he was closing his eyes-
“Hey Joe, can I sleep with you?” said a soft voice.
Turns out it was his seven year old sister, Elisa. She was afraid to sleep by herself.
“Sure,” he said after he realized it was just his sister.
His sister came in and cuddled with him. His seven year old sister had a small pink unicorn squishmellow. Slowly they both dozed off to sleep and into another world.
“Where am I?” Joe wondered. Bombs, gun shots, dead people, tanks were everywhere. Technically everything that a war would have on a battlefield.
“HELP! HELP!” Elisa shouted. Elisa was tightly holding Joe’s hand and her face was as red as could be.
Then a bomb came right toward them. It was as if they had just teleported in a different world, while in their bed, on to a battlefield and a bomb was coming right toward them, while Joe and Elisa were in their bed, frightened as could be. It was like it was their time to die when it had nothing to do with them.
“Aaaaaahhhh!” Elisa and Joe screamed. It looked like they were in the same dream but that wasn’t what they were worried about. They were worried about where they were. Where Elisa, Joe, Elisa’s Unicorn, and their bed was.
They were on a battlefield, like the one in their dream. It was almost exactly like the dream except that when there was a bomb coming right at them, everything froze. Everything froze except Elisa, Joe, and two more moving figures. They thought someone was calling their names but they weren’t sure. The voices got clearer and louder and closer. The figure became visible. Turns out it was their dad and mom.
“Come on, we gotta go,” their Dad said panting.
“Not until you tell us where we are, what we are doing here, and how we got here,” Joe said sternly.
“Look, we can only tell one thing, you are in the middle of World War 3. Now sooner or later, that bomb is gonna hit us if we don’t get out of here,” their mom alerted them.
“Fine,” Elisa said, sobbing.
They all rushed to a small hut looking building which surprisingly had a secret layer underneath.
“Ok, this is where you will be safe,” their dad said leaving.
“Bye Joey, bye Elisa, this might be the end,” their mom said, almost sobbing.
Joe was about to say something but they were out the door.
BOOOM! They heard a bomb, then two thuds. They peeked through the door. Their parents had been bombed and hit the door and are lying there, dead. They were crying to death.
BEEP! BEEP! There was a truck. A huge truck that had been through the back door in the basement. They couldn’t believe it. An underground basement had a door that was supposed to be under the ground but was a whole new world. Crying, the two siblings climbed into the truck along with another hundred kids crying, officially orphans like them.
After they got onto the truck, they teleported to a place called, “ADOPTION CENTER!”. They all could easily fit in the building along with another five hundred kids. Turns out they all came from wars all over the world.
Later on, they were still sad but had other things to do with their new friends and family.