Avery Elise Mason - Citizen Number: 0435277
Age: 16
Book Issued on: The 19th day of 114.5
The 21st day of 114.5
Have you ever seen someone die? I have. It's not all peaceful and smooth like they portray in the stories. It's a rough and unnatural process full of pain both for the one dying and those around them. My little sister, Rose Lyra Mason, died precisely four days ago. She was playing in the yard, I was on the porch with my little brother James, and our mother was in the kitchen preparing our snack. She had gone around the corner of the house, but I wasn't worried, everyone in our little village knew each other and we all were practically related. What I didn't expect was the soldier taking the back roads after a late night out. What I really didn't expect was the gun he had strapped to his back, to end up pointed at my little sister. We heard the scream far too late. By the time we got to her, blood was already pouring from the bullet hole in her side like a waterfall. She died in my arms that day. She was six years old. We held the funeral yesterday, but I sat in the back while mom and little James sat up front. They both cried, but i didn't. I couldn't. Teenage girls don't cry; Moms and little kids do that enough for all of us. It's my birthday today. I'm officially 16 now. Mother gave me this journal as a present. I must go, James is crying again. Mother's not right in the head, hasn't been since Monday, so I must take care of him until she is well. I wonder what father would've done.
Avery
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