I wake up the next day, hoping that everything was just a dream. I walk to the bathroom and start to brush my teeth. I run back into my room and pact my bag. Then I run down the steps.
"Mum, Dad! Were are you?! You need to take me to school"
i see a sluggish shadow walk down the stairs. A face appeared from the dark shadows.
"Your not going" a low voice says. It was my father.
" Why not?"
" We don't want you to get sick, your going to stay here"
i stand there in shock. I look deep into my fathers eyes looking for something father than on my beliefs. I was looking to see if he had any hope left.
I run into the kitchen and open the cabinet. Bear as the winter trees.
"Dad, we're is all the food?"
I hear his footsteps come closer
" Had to throw it away, it was part of what we were supposed to do"
"and what was that?"
" To throw away any and every food that could and will be contaminated"
"so were will we get the food"
he frowned at me and shrugged
"I…I dont know".