Father called, "ARA! Get down here! Your siblings are here already!" I didn't reply, but muttered, "I'm coming father." So I trudged down the stairs, wearing a simple white cotten shirt with long, brown pants. If I had adjusted my hair, I would have passed for a boy. Mother furrowed her brow and said, "Your outfit is...lovely sweetie. But perhaps you could have worn pink or purple or blue instead? Or perhaps even yellow. You look lovely in yellow." "Oops. Sorry mother. Should I go upstairs and change?" I asked sweetly. "No, there's no need for that. We're a bit late, so we will have to hurry to the train if we want to go to Kaesong." "Okay mother. Will it take long? I want to bring my blanket." "Hurry and get your blanket." "Okay." I rushed upstairs to grab my blanket and rushed down again. Then with no words, we hurried out, Chung-Cha, Chul-Soo, mother, father, and me. We got there just in time for the train, and got in. It definitly was comfortable, as father would have gotten the best train there was. I settled into my seat next to Chung-Cha, who had began to read. I imagined my plan.

1. At night, I sneak out. I think if they have a map, I will get one. I hope South Korea will be on there too.

2. I go as close as I can there. I will probably have to travel a lot of days and nights.

3. I have to somehow get them to let me over the border. 

4. I might die or get killed. But I have to do this.

Soon, I fell asleep, and then I thought of a GREAT idea. I could somehow contact a person on the other side. And they could help me. On paper, I wrote super tiny, 

Hello, I am Ara. I am in Kaesong. I have to get to your side. I can't stay here anymore. I hope you can help me. I am 12 years old and I am not a soldier. I am not lying. Thank you. I will travel there by land.

From, Ara.