I remember it as almost it was yesterday, The country of indovaia invaded our small country of Alibria. I remember hearing the voice of my mother telling me to run! run far as fast as you can! and hide. As my mother said i ran as fast i could i took one more look at her and she was shot dead on the dirt solid road, seeing her blood come from out of her heart, i cried as i ran, to another part alibria, it was a hot day in june almost as high of 102 degrees.
All i had with me was the clothes and a hand made necklace my mom gave me when i was just a little girl. She was the only thing i had in this world, i did'nt have any brothers or sisters, And my dad he was set on fire from the attack he was fighting against them, i never actually knew who my grandma or grandpa was we never talked to them i don't even know what the look like the last time i saw them when i was probably when i was just a little baby.
That was the last war the wars have stopped between our two countries.
Now im just one of those homeless teens, its ok with me because there are alot of people with out homes where i am so we share just like we are a family.
My name is Karmaria I'm 13 yrs. old living a life on my own.
My favorite thing to do is write songs it helps me express my feelings it a part of my life. As i walk down the dirt road thinking of a song to write about, i look all around for idea's, no food, homes destroyed , getting rebuilt, homeless, surviving in this world on my own. hmm. i start writing my ideas down own paper not paying attention to where i was going i bump into someone dropping my notebook and pencil. I pick up my notebook as i notice another hand kneeling down to picking up the pencil.
He hands me the pencil and walks away, thanks i say.. he nods his head and walks away. "Wait i didn't catch your name," i ask "Aaron." he replies back. "Where are you going?" i ask , " I dont know ..nowhere", "why don't you come walk with me?" i ask "OK".
him: so what do you write in this notebook anyway, me: i write songs him: can i take a look me: nope maybe later so tell me about yourself .. how old are you? him: 14 how old are you? , me: 13 him: oh that's not so bad.. so where are your parents me: ( looking toward the ground) dead they both died in the war and i don't have anybody else i take care of myself. him: (lifting my chin) don't be so sad I'm going through the same thing, I'm on my own to so if you ever need me ill be there for you. me: why you barely know me? him: i can get to know you its OK I'm not a bad guy trust me.