My life. Hum, how describe those two little words. So small yet they mean so much. My life to most would be hell on earth. To me it's just another day spent on this god for sakin planet. Today I am officially ten years old. My name is Dakota Lynn Whitlock. I go by lynn. Only my parents and my bother jasper call me Dakota o koda. My brother is two years older than me . we have a vey close bond. Today we were on owr way home from the one room school house I noticed smoke curling ove the tree tops.
"jasper, that's an awfull lot of smoke to be coming from a chimney."
"Lynn, I think that's coming fom the barn."
With that we took off running towads home. we got there we saw the old shack on the edge of our farm. I then saw something that would haunt me the rest of my horrid existence. There lieing on the ground were to bodies. One was wearing ma's favorite calico dess.
"ma! Pa!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I raced ove to them as fast as my legs could cary me. It was them. They each had there heads at a unatual angle. Then I noticed slight holes in there neaks. Jasper ran over to me as we sobbed to gether. Thous beginning our life of solitude.