My friend grabbed my arm and dragged me under a playground and we watched fighter planes fly overhead.
My friend whispers to me, "Those can carry bombs and they could hurt us."
I nod and we stay silent as they pass us overhead.
But it was only pretend.
YOU ARE READING
The Fight
General FictionA life story of a character I created. Her name is Sky. Sky will tell you her story. P.S. this character will come into play in a future book I want to write!! This book is puerly fiction! Trigger warning!
