Fallen city
My breath came in short, sharp bursts. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode. The explosion had come so fast. Our school blown to pieces. It was all I could do to get my brother and I to safety. We ran so very fast. I wasn’t surprised. Syria was no longer the country I remembered vaguely from my childhood. We had moved far away from Aleppo when the war had begun but nowhere in Syria was completely safe anymore. In the distance I heard a teacher calling for all of the students. We ran out into the sunshine, surrounded by the remains of our broken city.
Ellena, it is great seeing you make connections between what we are reading and your writing. It is a interesting and creative piece of text, made so by your choose of words e.g. vaguely. Well done.
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