Frightened of the World

Hi I'm Sophie I wrote this piece because I think that this is how somebody would feel if they had just arrived at a refugee camp with everything that's happening in Syria. Or maybe any refugee from anywhere might feel like this...

Here it is:

June 3rd 

I have arrived at the refugee camp. I don't like it here. I don't like the world without my parents. My brother Nelson is here as well. He hasn't said anything since mum and dad died. He doesn't eat. He cries at night, every night. I miss him - his jokes, his curiosity - it's all gone.The other children are OK. I haven't made any friends yet. The adults are nice but none can compare to how my mum's soft voice made me confident or happy and how my dad made me feel safe.

I feel very alone now, more alone than ever. I have nightmares every night. About them coming. I saw one - he nearly shot me. I just got out of the way. He then killed my mother and father right in front of Nelson and me. All the girls here are in different friend groups. The boys just play football. Nelson used to be great but now he just stays with me. When we were going over to Lebanon he never stopped holding my hand. It made me frightened. Frightened he'd never be the same.

By Sophie Brosnan, 5th class