It was a cold, bleak morning. While Arnold walked slowly home from school, he was startled by the shriek of a missile siren. He continued on home, only at a faster past. The sirens were getting louder and louder, and he wasn't sure how to react. Suddenly, three fighter jets roared across the sky. This meant only one thing.
War!
He finally got home, and cautiously opened the ajar door.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" His voice echoed off the walls. He heard a bark, and then his husky came bounding towards him. "Hey Floofs!" Said Arnold, happy to see his dog. Arnold explored the rest of his house,desperately looking for his parents.
(Huh, that's strange. My parents aren't home) He thought.
