BOOM!

The army started flying around the area. weird ships that could have not ben made by humans were shooting down buildings and killing people. my 12th birthday was on the day the world ended. the sky looked red because of how much fire was killing the forests. my family running away and leaving me behind. i then ran inside my home and intothe basment. i hid under a table, closed my eyes, coverd my ears, and started crying. in my head i was saying, please be a dream, over and over again. at some point i started saying it out loud. then..

i fell asleep..

my name is Lyla, and this is my story.