The Lock Down

  The Lock Down

 My heart is pumping as fast as a drum. Everybody is squishing me. The lights are out. The siren is singing. The whiteboard is covering me. I feel like I'm stranded on an island. The furniture is making me feel trapped. Inhaling slowly, my lungs get filled with oxygen. A gentle breeze passes slowly through the classroom. I started to worry as the speaker talks. It was scorching hot being trapped. It didn't feel like a drill.  Suddenly the siren stops and the speaker says, "This is a lock down drill.''

By Maura

Letter to Mum and Dad from the Army

               Letter to Mum and Dad from the Army

Dear Mum and Dad,

I am sorry that I haven't written to you in a month. It is because I've been busy with the soldiers. A week ago five nurses got shot. I can smell gas everywhere and I can't see where I'm going. It's too dark with all the bombs exploding. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. The dresses here are really cold and they don't have sleeves. I always get lost in the trenches. My shoes are filled with mud and water and I can't take them off. I haven't eaten for days and I'm freezing. That's all for now.

Love Maura