My name is America, and I am here to tell you that what you know about us nations is wrong. You know me as "to be the hero", but that is not true. Well, not in the real life.

I was a 16 year old girl, living in a small town in Wisconsin. I was normal like the other kids who walked by me, and wasn't immortal like a nation. I was taking German and was in my second year, and I was also teaching myself Swedish.

"Mia, time for school sweetheart," she—my mom—called from downstairs.

"Coming Mom," I called back. I pulled on my jacket, which was cold from lying on my chair all night, and I ran down the stairs. My mom smiled at me and handed me my back pack, heavy from all the books I have. "Bye Mom!" I called, running out the door. I couldn't hear her call back, "Love you," and to this day, I still wished I had told her, 'love you too mom'.

I jumped into my car and drove off to school. My car was older than my mom's, but he was mine. I drove up to the church parking lot and hopped out. Feeling that something about this day was going to be really good.

One of my friends came up to me and I hugged him lightly. "Hey Greg," I said with a smile. "You seem happy." I laughed a little.

My friend Sally skipped over. "Hey Mia," she said, hugging me. I hugged her back, and we talked all the way to our classes. Greg had to split before I could say good-bye to him.

"See you at lunch," Sally said, smiling, before running up the stairs. I went to my class, Biology. I really didn't like it much, but I had to go anyway. After about two classes, we met up in the Animal Lab, where the bunnies are! Sally was teasing me about something, and I laughed, agreeing with her. All of my other friends were there (besides Greg; he had a different lunch, which sucked). To state a fact, I don't remember my other friends' names.

"It is time to go to class," one of my guy friends said, grumbling and standing up.

"Okay." I smiled and grabbed my things. He and I walked together to class, but that is it.

Later, it was close to the end of the day, and I was in orchestra, playing my violin. We were in a slow area when, all of a sudden, we had to stop for a 'Red Alert'. Our teacher pushed us into a small practice room and shut the lights off. We heard banging on the windows and the door.

"What is going on?" a girl whispered in the corner to a friend.

"I don't know," her friend whispered back. They held each other's hands.

I knew Greg was in the other room. Then, out of nowhere, screaming broke out through the class. A man wearing all black showed up, pointing a gun at us. I moved away, being one of the closest to him.

He spoke to a head set, "Ja, jag har dem här."(Yes I have them here.) It was Swedish! I understood what he said right away and looked at the others. I stood up, remembering what my mom had told me: 'Never be the hero.'

I shook my head to rid myself of the memory and spoke, "Vänligen inte skada oss." (Please don't hurt us.) I had just learned how to say that the other day.

The man looked at me and smirked. "Perfekt." (Perfect.) He grabbed me by the neck of my shirt.

"What?! No, please!" I begged as he dragged me away.