This is a story I'm writing in a note book of mine. It's a momiji book. On the front it says "Memories of us make me giggle." Not in this book sunshine. This bit was two and a half pages long. 2 KB. The story is about a girl who retells the story of her life during the war. She retells her memories about her family, and the hardships she faces.
Inspred by the book 'How I Live Now'

No one quite knows when the war first started. Some say it's always been going on. Others say it started years ago; when the bombs started falling. I don't know when it started; but it feels lie forever. Back befoer this war, everything was naormal. No one knows what normal is now. The four of us: Mum, Dad, Lily and me. We would sit round the TV, with our Tea; always one meat and two veg; and watch the news, every Friday. Now the news doesn't show, the TV's are all down and Family Fridays are gone. We'd go to school every weekday, and then Mum would wisk us off down to town on a Saturday. Rain or shine we'd go; even if we didn't want to. Mostly we didn't want to. Lily would feed the ducks in the center park and I'd sit and make up songs for Mum on the bench. Sunday was homework day with Dad. The three of us would huddle round the dining room table and do Maths, English, Science, anything we had and then a bit extra. Just so we could be with Dad. We didn't see Dad much. He worked every day but Friday night and the weekend. So we looked forward to Sundays. He worked on the oil rigs ,in what is now known as The North Front Ocean. He loved his job. He never told me and my sister why; and we never asked. I regret that now. Mum was a shrink. A psychiatrist I should say. Mainly for teens with self-harming problems, but she dabbled in depression. Lily is my little sister, and the type of girl I wanted to be. She was ten when the war started. The main thing I remember about her back then was her hair. Bright, flamming red. Kids at school called her the Ginger Ninja. They ended up with black eyes. She told the teachers that she was practising her ninja skills. Me and Mum aways called her "Our bright little flame." and she loved it. I was always Mum's rock. Her sturdy, helpful rock. I miss that. before the war started I loved my life. Friends, perfect grades, perfect family, perfect little sister, Mum and Dad. It's all gone now. The war took that.

I am a survivor.
Hear me roar.