The story of the Refuggees

This week we had to write a narritive about the refugees fleeing from Syria.
Here is mine.

Deafening screams fill my ears. Bombs blowing up around us,the huge horde of people running away,away from the dreadful war. I grab my son,frantically running ,running away hoping that we’ll survive. Buildings crumbling around us,thousands of people dying all around me, but there’s nothing that I can do,nothing apart from run,further and further away. In the far distance I make out a point, a tiny point. The refugee camp. The place where we can start a new life. Away from the danger,the hike to freedom begins.

As we approach the refugee camp, we see only three colours. The grounds brown,the tents white and the sky’s blue. Occasionally a big black cloud of smoke. The dull life of a refugee begins. Everyday the same ol’ routine. Months went by but it felt like years. As we leave the camp with thousand of other refugees.

Without any sense of direction we can only follow the herd of people, walking aimlessly into the distance. Following the crusty dirt trail we move through fields of grain and corn. For once all that you can hear is silence. We keep walking endlessly further and further. A faint silhouette of the ocean appears. We erupted into cheers and screaming ”we’re almost there”. The enthusiasm level rises higher and higher. At last we make it to shore, now the wait begins.

Hours pass as we wait-waiting for a boat to come then as is a miracle appeared a oat-a small boat but it would do. The group of refugees starts to cheer and praise god. The steaming ship plows it way through the choppy waters of the deep blue ocean. As the boats hit the shore. THe refugees rush past each other doing everything they can to get on the boat. The chaos causes all sorts of things to happen, blood splatters all over the rocks. By the time the fighting ended we had lost half of the refugees. We all start screaming “let’s go” just so that we can leave this country.

Choppy waves rock the little puny raft around. We all hold on tight to the flimsy and soggy rope that surrounds the dingy. Looking over the edge of the raft we see little fish gliding seamlessly through the water. As the sky begins to darken and the sun disappears over the horizon the boats halts as if it had hit a wall.  Terrified we look around only to find that we hit shore. We made it-the place to start our new lives,Turkey.