As I opened my eyes, I tried to stand, but I fall to my knees. Darkness surrounded me, and I had no clue how to return to reality. Suddenly, I heard gunshots of rifles and machine guns, flickering of flames, and I hear people's panicked cries around me. I lay on my back, and a warm, cozy feeling stroked my back gently. The darkness around me slowly transformed to my bedroom.
I listened closely, and I heard a voice shout from through the walls, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm going to have to place your child to a temporary home. At least until the war ends or until further notice." I frowned from hearing this. Then a soldier in forest green camouflage and wearing a dark green helmet walked into the room and held out his hand.
Reluctantly, I grabbed my ring, placed on the counter by my bed, and walked out of the house with the soldier. The soldier and I entered a dirty-looking underground subway area crowded with other children and infants with their hands holding on to other soldiers' hands. The toddlers tugged onto the legs of the stiff, robotic soldiers in green, while the babies in their arms cried. The older children asked questions, and the teenagers tried to rebel against this act.
When a rusty subway train stopped, a man wearing a blue train conductor's uniform ordered the children and the soldiers to enter the train as fast as they could. After a few minutes, all the children of different ages, including me, had a place in the train. It felt crowded in the seats because I sat between two teenagers, both about fifteen or sixteen. They teased me and pushed me around because of my small size.
"Hey, small fry," the one to my left said to me. In appearance, he looked tall, almost twice my size, but seems quite thin. He reached into my pocket and took out my ring. "Whatcha got here?"
The one to my right looked pretty strong, seeing as he has some muscles, but sort of big-boned and shorter than the other one. The thin teenager held my ring high above me and gave it to the fat one. "The real question is where he got it from."
"Give it back!" As they continued to pass the ring back and forth, I reached up, hoping to get it back. I wish I were taller, I would wish to myself sometimes. Anger burned inside me as I struggle to reach for it. Then, finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "I said give it back," I shouted as I punched the thin teenager in the face, causing him to almost fall onto some younger kids close to my age. When I picked my ring from his grasp, I noticed his face. His nose looked red from the blood that bled throughout his face. Not able to face seeing him in this condition, I ran through the crowd of children to the train door and jumped out of the subway, landing on the hard, cement floor. The world around me became black as I closed my eyes, my body feeling completely numb.