At a normal family dinner. A mother, step dad, brother and me a daughter, silence. Until my brother speaks up, he's 17, his birthday is in March,
"so... What do you think?" He spoke looking up at everyone whos staring at him with curiosity.
"Matthew, what do you mean?" Our mother spoke up sounding annoyed at him.
"Well, about the news," looks at me and I'm confussed, "with America?" Looking frustrated now.
"We shouldn't be talking-" Mark, my step dad got cut off
"That stupid old man!" Mother shouted. Everyone looking on with shock, "he shouldn't of done that!"
"What happend?" I finaly ask with confussion; everyone just looked at me.
"Well," mother looked puzzled
"American, well, good old Donald," Mat said sarcastically, "disided it would be a fantastic idea to kill a leader of a country, starting WW3"
"WW3 starting?" Me, looking terrified looking at everyone to say 'just kidding' but they didn't, "What?" I muttered.
"Well it's not the start of WW3, he did this around 3 days ago." Mother said opening another bottle of wine. Mark looking lovingly at the wine motger gave it to him.
"Maybe but they said they were going to respond soon, meaning it could start a war-" Matthew was saying
"Please say we're not getting involved! Please" paniced I asked
"Well our leader has tried to tell them to chill but when that fails, we'll join since we're their allie," Matthew looked down at his mostly full plant and pushed it away, "and since it's almost my birthday-"
"Oh no, you're almost 18" I say teary-eyed
"Yep, I'll be drafted in." He said dissociating from the conversation
"Don't be silly, you won't, WW3 won't happen" Mother said pretending to care about him
"Oh Matthew, I hope you don't! But if you do-" I take a breath, " I love you okay." A tear rolls down my face
"It's okay-" Matthew said looking at me, "why the fuck are you smiling?" He half shouted at Mark.
"Yay!" I stare at him, "you'll finaly, FINALY, join the army!" He seemed so excited. Mark has never liked Matthew, he's hated him for so long, since he turned 17 he's bin trying to get him to sigh up the army just to get rid of him, I'm sure he wouldn't care if he dies out there.
I would, I would care about loseing him and my other brothers. They are all healthy boys apart for one who's 32, I don't think he'll be drafted in. "I told you, I always get my way." He said with a smirk look, looking at my mother. I could tell that made her feel uncomfortable.
"Well if you don't care about him saying that, you noticeably don't care about me!" Matthew said shouting in anger staring disappointingly at them the he turned to look a me, "come on," he said more calmly, "COME ON!" he grabbed my arm and took me upstairs, I just stared at him for a bit, until he instructed me to get clothes and stuff them until a bag, I just followed his institutions, with no questions.
So, we headed off. Into the night. With me not knowing were to go. Not being stopped by Mother.
Alone.
What's happend to the world?
