Ok, my journal is now gonna like become a story area where I type in part of a story I'm in the process of writing, so people, please leave comments, I wanna know if I'm a good writer or not, so here's the first part. BTW, the story is called WWIII.
Screaming, yelling, and bombs going off could be heard in the distance of a small town called Elley. People stood outside with their right hand over their heart as a small horn sounded, signaling the death of another soldier from their town. A little boy of about the age of four tugged on his mom's shirt and asked, "Mommy, do you think that music was for Daddy?"
The little boy's mom looked down at him with a hopeful try at a smile and said, "You know, I don't know. But if it was, then I guess we both have a new gaurdian angel." A few houses down there was a group of teenagers all in a huddle, everyone of them either wearing a grey t shirt that said ARMY, or a camoflauged jacket with a U.S. Army decal on the upper left arm sleeve. All these teenagers had parents in the army, some of them having already died. They were in a huddle saying a prayer for the war to be over. A few minutes passed before the sound of the horn went off again. Someone from the hospital area in the war field came and told a boy of about the age of 14 or 15 that his father just died. The hospital nurse gave him a hug and told him that it would be alright. The nurse left and the boy went and sat on the stoop of the house in which was the yard that the huddle was in. A girl named Jenna Zersky broke apart from the huddle. She walked up to the boy, his name was Drew Shores. She said to him, "Hey Drew, um... is everything alright?"
Drew said, "Um, no. Everything isn't alright." He sighed and ran his hand through his messy dark brown hair.
"Really? What's wrong?" Jenna asked.
"Um...I don't wanna talk about it," Drew said.
" Oh comeon, you can tell me," Jenna said as she sat down next to Drew on the stoop.
He sighed again as he drew in a big breath he said with some difficulty, "Um...My-my dad just died, that's why that horn sounded."
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, is there anything I could do?" Jenna asked.
"No, I'm not really sure you can, I don't think anything can help ease the pain for something this bad," Drew said.
"Oh, um, well I'm sorry for not having anyway to help. Well anyway," Jenna said as she got up about to leave.
"Wait," Drew said to her, "I don't want you to go."
"Well, you did say that there's no way I could help," Jenna said turning around.
" Yeah, I did, but I do wanna talk to someone," He said looking at her with his big blue eyes.
"Ok, alright then," Jenna said as she went and sat down next to him once again.
((And that's what I have got so far, so you gotta wait for the next part.))
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