"But mom! I don't want to leave home!" my younger sister, Emily, yelled at the top of her lungs.
I'm Elizabeth, in case anyone cares. I'm 14 years old and the oldest child in a family of 5 people. Theres my mom, my dad, my baby sister, Leah, and, of course, younger sister, Emily.
Today my mom just told us that were being sent away to the country to be safe from bombs!*A/N:Sound like Narnia yet?*
"Emily, dear please calm down. This is only for a short while." mom told us, clearly trying not to break down.
I simply lowered my eyes to the floor, I knew this was coming. Mom had been so sad lately whenever she saw us, that it just kinda clued in. Also many of my cousins had already been sent away so our turn was probely coming anyway.
Emily stopped screaming and simply nodded. She new that she had lost the arguement.
We then heard a loud sirin from outside that caused our eyes to grow wide.
"Emily go grad some candles from the kitchen while I turn off the downstaris lamp. Lizzie go grab Leah and her blacket and cup and take her to the shelter." we both nodded fearfully and ran off.
Leah was sitting upright in her bed with fear clear in her eyes. As I enturned her room, she grabbed her blanket and sippey cup and ran over to me. I picked up my young sister bridal style and ran outside to our bomb shelter.