Dilapidated, venerable, cracked, the roof of my pale green room began to crumble. Bombs had been
exploding all around the house, there was only one way to get to the bunker; we had to go through the rose
bush. Scratches covered my whole body and I could feel the blood running down my forehead and then I saw
it; my sister was stuck in one of the holes we dug for the rose bushes. I raced back out with tears falling out of
my eyes. It had been 10 minutes since the bombs had started, I was lucky to be safe.