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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

The Conflict of Damascus

By Ben Oesterman, year 8, Grammar School

It started six years ago, It was a Saturday and I heard an explosion outside of our small house in the city of Damascus, followed by screams. My Mum walked into my room and told me to grab my bag and pack some essentials, I had no idea what was happening but I listened anyway. I ran downstairs and got in the hatch that leads to the outside. I ran to the car and got in, it was a very broken car, there was a window shattered and it was very rusty but it still worked.

I saw my Mum run out of the house but I didn't see my Dad, I had no idea where he was. By the time Mum got into the car there were several more explosions and gunshots in the surrounding area. She got in and immediately started driving away from the city. I asked her where we were going, she didn't say a word. I asked her again but as soon as I was going to finish my sentence the sound of bullets pinging off of the car went through my ears and we came to a stop.

We got out and saw our two back wheels had been punctured by the men with guns. A man who seemed like the person in charge sent some men after us, my Mum told me to sprint as fast as I could in the opposite direction, I didn't want to leave her but I knew I had to listen to her. Before I did I hugged her and she hugged me back, I ran. I saw her get in the car and grab the gun we keep in the glove compartment in case of an emergency, and I didn't look back, not even for the explosion...

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