Michelle Elizabeth Hill

I just wanted to share something that was published in my school magazine. I'm to lazy to make a fictionpress account. I think I have one, but I don't remember. Just got done with Math, so I have a little time to upload this. I will not be updating till X-mas break. I need to take college more serious then last year. Must work harder can't slake off. Even though I really didn't, had all B's and maybe one C, but still better grades mean Scholarships and that's what I need. Student loan debt sucks.

Well I better stop talking about myself and let you guys read the 5 paragraph essay. Adios amigos y amigas.

Dream

My dream is so vivid that I can see, smell, and hear the events unfold. The first sound that awakens me in the middle of the night is scattered gunfire in the distance. I cuddle closer to my little brother, trying to keep him safe and warm. I observe my cold dark surroundings; the shadows seem like they want to swallow us whole.

The fighting seems to be getting closer from the sound of explosions and the echoing of volley. I slowly and quietly get up to awake my brother, so we can leave this area. I gently shake him, his skin burning up from the fever he's had for the last few days. I noticed in the very dim lighting of the moon coming in from a nearby window, that my little brother eyes fluttered opened and his blonde hair glistened. I take out my hand to help him up, he accepts and he stands up slowly with my help.

When he fully stands up, I make him put his left arm around the back of my neck, then my arm around his waist. We slowly open the front door exiting the house; the smell of rain engulfs our sense. Boom, the ground shakes under our feet and a nearby building explodes. We quickly run back inside for cover. I kick the door open being surrounded in darkness again. I close the door behind me finding the mattress and laying my brother down gently. I walk to a chair near the window watching the dark streets. My eyes close and I fall asleep.

A judge with a pale white face, wearing a black and red cloak stands up pointing a glaive at me. I saw his lips move, but nothing more. A trap door opens and I'm falling down into a deep dark abyss of no exodus. My eyes snap open I met the scene outside, Axis and Allied soldiers bodies littered the streets the rain-washed away the blood.

I look away from the portrait, getting up to check my brother. His body shakes, drenched in sweat. I went on my knees and picked him up in my arms. He looks up at me with a distant look in his eyes. His cheeks going pale, his eyes losing that shine, and his breathing stopped. I pull him closer to keep him near. The dream unfolded the events of the past making me relive the smells, what I see, and what I hear.