I did not like summer. That was a general rule. Summer was the time when everyone got sunburned and instead of enjoying the time you had you counted down the days till school started again. But I really really didn't like this summer. Not because it was my first year going to highschool, not because my mom and dad had decided to move us west. It was because this summer the sky rained fire. I looked out of the window of our car that was moving quickly along the ruined roadside and I servaded the mess that lay outside. Everywhere broken chunks of rock and stone that didn't seem to belong anywhere. Everywhere, turned up grass and dirt and mud. Everywhere broken bits of the bombs that went off. My mom looked back at me with concern in her eyes. “You okay back there Mickey?” she asked. I turned my attention to her and tried to smile. She was trying so hard. To keep me and my brother happy. To keep us all safe. And to protect us no matter what, so I kept smiling “Can we stop soon dad” My Baby brother complained from the front seat where he sat. He was only 8 and was still very confused about the whole thing, we all were. My dad checked his watch at the same time I checked mine. 6 o'clock. We had been driving for roughly two days now, and raided the abandoned gas stations and restaurants that we came along. “I picked up extra from where we stopped at lunch” My mom chimed in. My dad considered. We tried to move as much as possible, usually stopping once a day to sleep, but no bombs had been dropped in the past 2 days… “Okay” My dad said with a sigh as he pulled the car over right in front of a bridge “We are almost there anyway '' We were heading to the only known safe spot in America. And even that wasnt confirmed. All we had heard was that refugees were being taking in at the white house at washington D.C and that was about a day again. No more broad-cast since. We were about 150 miles away from our destantion and everyone was hoping for the best “You coming” My brother, Lukas, asked as he climbed out of the car. I nodded and got our of the car before walking to were my mom was setting up a blanket, in front of her layed out 4 sandwiches. “Which one kids?” She asked “I want that one!” Lukas cried pointing to the biggest one. That was fine. He was young, hungry. I pointed to one of the plainer, smaller ones. It was fine. I wasnt very hungry. I peeled back the loose wrapping. Thats when the world exploded for 2 time in the past three days. The explosion was deafening and I dove to the ground instinctively bring my jacket over my face. It didn't help much against the dust that filled the air. Another bomb hit the ground and I was flying through the air I landed in a coughing fit and rolled a few paces. “Michelle!” I heard my mom scream through the think dust that blocked my view “Michelle!” She screamed again. I squinted my eyes and could just make out her shadowed figure clutching my brother. Slowly I got to my feet and started toward her. I reached my hand out and she grabbed it “Everyone to the car!” My dad commanded over the deafening noise. My ears were buzzing and everything hurt but I stumbled to the car. My dad didn't even wait for the doors to be closed before he took off I clutched my brother desperately as we swerved along the long bridge. Then the 3 and finally bomb hit right in front of the car. My dad screamed as he tried to step on the petal. My mom's words seemed to come in slow motion as she grabbed for us. I let go of my brother as the car fell off the bridge and into the water below. I tumbled out of the open doors of the car and towards the gurgling river. When I landed I felt like my whole body would shatter from the impact. The river was already trying to pull me under and I frantically looked around for something to hold onto. Don't panic I told myself. There! A piece of the car I swam towards it and hooked my arms around. “Michelle! Michelle were are you!” I heard my mother and father yelling in turn. I could see them, on a river bank that I couldn't get to. The current was to strong. My brother was with them. That was good he would be safe. But they couldn't see me. And I couldn't yell back. I had never said a word in my life. Tears filled my eyes, and i knew I would die here.
