The way life is
Run. Run.
For this is the way life is.
And it is never fair.
"Jamie? Jamie, where are you?"
Tasha Katherine Beth called out the name of her brother frantically. "Jamie? JAMIE!" She turned stiff. Where was he? Hadn't she told him to not let his curiosity get the better of him?
Jameson Michael Beth popped out behind Tasha. "Hey there!" He called out, making her jump. "Jamie! I told you not to go anywhere!"
"Gee, take a chill pill, Kat. First, I'm fourteen. Second, it's James. Jamie is so last century."
Take a chill pill? How dare he! Especially with a war going on, Tasha expected her brother to behave a little nicer. Tasha sighed, thinking about the war. She had grown up, and her mother had sworn that the first sound she heard was the sound of an explosion. It was pretty frightening back then, but it was getting worse.
Now that Tasha was sixteen, the British were set on protecting her. Why? Because the country of Arenhollow was after her. Arenhollow was built on the remains of what used to be Africa, when the Hollowans conquered the land. She, Tasha Katherine Beth (called Kat by her brother), was the granddaughter of Queen Mary Elizabeth. And that is exactly why she was the biggest target.
Their mother had died because she was killed by a mob. There weren't any rules preventing mobs, after all. Hey, there weren't any rules at all. There already was unrest in the country, and now?
Now it was torture.
She wasn't the queen. Her grandmother and tried to be queen, tried to make rules
for the world to follow. But the people weren't used to following rules. They hated commands Each and every day there were at least the sound of one thing exploding, and the worst part? The people who did it weren't even punished.
Tasha ran to the church, where they would be safe. For now. She motioned James to follow her, and they both ran towards the church, which was towering like a massive building. It was the only thing that remained intact.
"THERE THEY ARE!"
"GET THEM!"
"THE QUEEN'S GRANDDAUGHTERS AND SON!"
"CAPTURE!"
"DESTROY!"
Tasha heard these voices with a sickening lurch of her stomach. Her legs turned numb. It was only when James stomped on her foot ("OW!") that Tasha came to her senses. James took her hand and ran. Faster and faster, until the came to a stop. Facing them was a tall, sneering man, who looked to be about seven feet. He had brown skin and a small moustache.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" The man sneered, showing yellow teeth.
Tasha didn't have to think about it. She grabbed James' hand and headed off to the other side, where they would have seen the church. Heart stopping, Tasha screeched her feet to a halt, and turned towards the scene in absolute terror.
Right in front of them burned a pile of rubble. The magnificent church was burned down, its glorious remains now a smoky ash. "Kat?" James said. It was the first time Tasha truly heard fear in her brother's voice. Her brother who accepted any dares in truth or dare.
The soldiers from before were closing in. The man walked towards them, with a pointed sneer on his face. Tasha's heart lurched, as she realized the terrifying truth.
They were trapped.
Escape this world.
Escape this reality.
Run now, before it's too late.