I had a dream.
A dream that start off happy but ended in tragedy.
I will write down the story of the The End and family betrayal.

    My father was alive. He told me so. Why did he lie? We played outside in the front yard, not caring for any other thing except ourselves.
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    I can't remember much. However, I do remember that he and other people started to freak out as the air turned misty bloody red. My father grabbed my family and somehow a (school?) bus appeared and shoved us in their. The air started to become see-through (we could barely see anything before) as my father drove.
    Soon he parked in-front of a small, square store. He went inside and came out later with food. I too, came outside to grab a chip bag, but when I came back to the bus, it wasn't there. No, instead the bus was down the street.
    I grabbed an old lady's light blue grown while she carried her baby.
    I started to drag them as I desperately tried to reassure, "It's okay, we can get there. We just need to be quicker." When I looked at her, the lady, I let go and ran. I started to yell, "Nora! Haneen! AZIZA!" Hoping they will stop and wait for me, but the bus went further and further from me as I started to near by.
When it turned a corner, I kept going in circles, rounding angles, and when I faced down the street, there was no bus. 'Did he leave me?' I thought, 'they abandoned me'. Immediate sadness over taken me. Have I been crying? I do not know...
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Then I woke up.