Here is what I wrote:
My name is Ishmael and I am a young boy living a world full of fears. Sierra Leone, my home town has been taken over by the rebels, luckily I escaped. I have not seen my family for months and fear for my friends life after we split up. I have made new friends now and we are fighting to survive in this cold dark place, searching for a path of enlightenment. Food is hard to get but so far we have managed. Walking many miles each day is very tiring and I dont know how long I can continue on. My feet are burnt and black and I can see my rib cage emerging from my torso. Not only do we struggle without food and water we have run into the rebels far to many times. We sometimes sleep in villages that have been ransacked by the rebels and I throw up everytime because of the smell and sight of all the dead innocent bodies that lie in the streets. We came across a small fishing hut where a nice old man and women took us in and fed us and healed our wounds. Shortly after though the village people found out and chased us out of the hut. We are now back to where we started... alone, scared, and hungry.
