I'm Raven.I am going to tell you the story of me and my people and how we survived world war 3.
"Come on Raven get up"my mother shook my shoulders.
Grunting i squirmed out of bed and sheilded my eyes from the handed me a pail,"go fetch water and food before the bombs start and be careful mind you".
I meekly nodded and trudged off to the woods where many other children were headed. Lily skipped up behind me and peered into my eyes,gold meeting black."Moody,"she comments and i momentarily glance tares her black eyes away and starts a stream of chatter.I half listen while i gather food and water for the day continuesly glancing at the sun so i might know what time it frowns at me with a worried face,"are you alright" she questions."Fine,just a little tired thats all." She seems satisfied with the answer,going back to picking some berries for her family.I pick medical herbs in the sweet silence and look up at the sun."Time to go"I announce and we walk back through the charred feilds to our sturdy and important women sit in a and i respectfully bowed to them as we widows sit outside and knit.I leave my friend to round up my mother.I find her in the center of the group in her black dress and kindly lead her is a real softy she acts all tough but when she joins the poor widows in their mourning she just goes numb.I lay mother on our bed to go treat the villagers wounds and complains of a stomache ache and lil' betsy whimpers of make no comment but sit there silently as i tend to yet more tell stories of how they know their sons or husbands