I woke up to a horrible morning. A sound of bombing shook my rusty coloured bedroom walls. It sounded like gunshots and fireworks mixed together. My Mam the Truna and my brother Plah came in my room and clutched my hand and dragged me out of my fluffy like warm bed. I was the youngest in the family. I had nut brown hair and blazing ocean eyes. My mum had ginger nut hair and blazing ocean eyes like mine. And my brother had barcky hair and nut brown blacky eyes. My mum and my 15 year old brother said " come on hockity we have to leave right now. I was shocked, scared, angry and sad in the mixer of one feeling. My mum was crying and my brother was scared, which wasn't usaul. He's normally very serious. Two hours later we were on a walk to Jordan and my legs we're really sore like someone was chopping them off the trip to Jordan was tiring I saw one person faint and another died which was sad. An hour later we arrived in Jordan. Now we needed to find a refugee camp. Luck was on our side there was one right in front of us there was an empty space in the camp and they let us in I was happy and I played with all of the other children.
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By Katie ❄️
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