DIARY ENTRY 1

These diary entries are part of my english assingment : Imagine your city has been invaded by a foreign country. Write 4 diary entries for the four days following the invasion.

23 November 2011

It’s ironic how unsafe safety can sometimes be. Even now, hours after that horrific incident, a chill goes down my spine everytime I hear a sound. It is very cramped in this small shelter, and my hands are still trembling as I write. But I have no option but to stick through this for how ever long it may last; an event that may have probably changed my entire life…

I woke up today morning elated-it was the first day of my midterm break, the assessments were just done and I had a glorious 4 day extended weekend before I got on with my IGCSE preparation. I was just pulling on my clothes when the entire apartment shook violently. Not knowing what to do, I ran out of my room just as another fierce shudder rattled the floor. My mother, came running out of nowhere, holding my crying sister’s hand and yelled at me to grab anything important I could find and run. I looked back at my room saw my wallet and cell phone lying on my table, grabbed both of them and ran towards my mother who was waiting at the end of the room with my dad.

On reaching the ground floor, all 4 of us ran out to the street where chaos reigned. People were running haphazardly all over the place, not knowing what to do. Some were crying, some were caling out to their families and other were just running, trying to find some shelter. I was just about to ask the person next to me as to what was going on when a jet flew right over us. We were under attack. Our country had been on the brink of war for quite some time and things may have just gone wrong. My father quickly ushered us into the car, and then he drove as fast as he possibly could to this shelter.

Even now, so many hours after that fearsome episode, im confused and not able to gather my thoughts together. It is extremely late and I know I should be sleeping. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I'll ever be able to. My mum is singing my sister a lullaby. I can hear her voice shaking though. I wonder if I or anybody who witnessed today will ever take comfort in anything ever again.