I hate historical fiction, but I was told to write this for school T-T. It turned out okay, though.
Destroy it.
A Peaceful Morning
by Joe Duncko http://joeduncko.com/
The alarm rung. Its repetitive stream of the clashes of metal upon metal echoed into my dreams. I jumped from my bed to the window, hastily opening the curtains, the sweat building up on my brow. The sky was blood, the clouds were smoke, the sun was an explosion, just as I had seen in my sleep. It had come.
I turned around in a panic, searching around my room for a place to hide from a blast that would inevitably turn everything and myself into nothing. I stood there, like a deer staring into headlights, and prayed to God to forgive every sin I ever committed, until a clunk broke my concentration, accompanied by the ceasing of the alarm.
I stared in wonder at the alarm clock on the wooden floor. It took a minute for mind to process what had just took place, but once it had I could only smirk at myself for acting as I had without examining the situation beforehand.
After wiping my forehead with my sleeve, I pulled the curtains closed again. Several minutes later I emerged from my room, meeting my mother downstairs, the kitchen table already filled with food and my three siblings. I arrived just as the group sang goodbye to my father, who was always off to work before we even left for school.
As the oldest male left in the house, I took the scattered sections of the paper from my younger sister and twin brothers, reorganizing it so that I could read it as I ate the pancakes that were already set out for me. I answered my family's pleasantries halfheartedly, as my focus was on the front page of the newspaper.
Not a day before the whole United States thought their lives were coming to a close. As one of the few who actually bothered to live one of his last days in school, I had repetitively dived under my desk and books during drill after drill. But as one of the older schoolkids I was told the cold truth by my teachers: if a nuclear missile did come and hit our town, no drill would protect you, and if it did you were better off dead because of the fallout the would stay ever after the blast.
I felt like I had some sort of secret knowledge that not even my family knew. I safeguarded my secret, not wanting to scare my parents or my little brothers and sisters. It had slowly been getting to me. Even my sleep had been invaded by the Soviets.
I held my breath as I scanned the page.
“Nuclear War Avoided, Cuban Missiles to be Removed” was what was written in big, black, bold letters on front page.
A sigh of relief flowed through my body. My world had been saved.
EDIT
Hey, what colour do you think a sunrise is? ^-^ It's not... red some days, is it?
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