Mystique

Chapter 1

Well hello. Life could be better for me if it weren't for the war. Some people may call it "The Coldest War" and some may even call it "Hell." Believe me, I would never want to end up in a refugee camp when I was only nine years old. At that age, I remembered  that life would never be the same again. Of course, it wouldn't. Now five long years have passed and now I'm trying to make the most of my life because there's a saying to live life to the fullest. I attend a school which is just an old schoolhouse built centuries ago and I have barely enough food or even clean water on a regular day. But I praise God each and every day that I at least still have my family and a roof over my head. It's a shame of what this world has become and it's an absolute shame that people of all kinds have lost their most valuable loved ones. I am not one of those people but I highly respect them. My parents have a job as a factory worker but it just doesn't pay enough for everything. My mama told me right when I was just entering elementary school that everything in this world has a price tag on it. I plan on going to college one day and have a job and maybe even start a family but all those hopes and dreams have a very little chance of making it into real life.  My four sisters are in college and have unstable jobs but that's okay. I  ,however, am fourteen years old and about to hit tenth grade. My studies are the most important thing besides my friends and family and my pet cat Buttons. My life is not that perfect but I make it seem good enough. One day I'll be just as great as Gandhi, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr., and  Nelson Mandela. And mark my words I'll be just as great as them.