Beyond the Lines

Once upon a time I was in my room with my little brother and my grandfather, he was telling us how my father past away, when my grandfather finished talking about it I started thinking about writing a story about it. So I’m going to start my story like this. Me and my brother were in my room. Then I snuck by the kitchen and heard my dad saying “i’m going to world war 1 next month, then I came out of the kitchen and said “what dad, I’m going to miss you so much.”

Nex’t monday

He was about to go, then me and my brother jump inside the car, and sneaked out to the airport. Next I wrote,

My dad caught me. And lucky he said I have two tickets

for you so you can come. I was so surprised that we were going.

 2 months later

Next  he said stay inside the ship to be safe, I was so tired because we had to stay in the ship for two months. I looked outside it was so filthy and messy and I was so petrified. I couldn't help it, so me and my brother went to find my dad trying not to get shot.

We went behind this metal thing to protect us.

I looked back and saw my dad, next we ran to him, he said “what are you doing here it's too dangerous.” then

I said “I can’t help it” so he ran out and tried shooting but they threw a  bomb at us.

When we got home we were on TV and in the newspaper also magazines. My grandfather came in and my grandmother, they gave me and my brother a nice warm hug. We came out of the shed and left his army clothes in there, for a memory of him.

The End