The Beckham Story (Part 2)!!!!!!!!!

My name is Charlie and I am 15 years old. I live in Britain and there are bombs everywhere! I need to get out of here. It’s not safe and all I have is my brother David. At this time now I was at home with my brother and we had to protect each other. We were trying to be safe and it was very hard. There was planes flying everywhere and every second I could hear them getting closer and closer to my house. I finally realized that there was a battle going on against the Nazis and we were trying to defend our country.
My brother David was also in the battle but he was not stationed to go out yet. He was about to go out and I would be by myself all alone. I was afraid of the thought about being alone at home while there was a battle going on. I didn’t want to die alone. Once my brother finally left from home I knew I had to defend myself and not die. I saw homes being destroyed from the bombs and planes crashing everywhere. There were fires all over and it was hard to breathe.
This Battle of Britain was not the best thing in the world. I could not sleep because of the loud noises I kept hearing and I was still afraid of losing my life. My mom and pop were killed from the explosions. I was afraid for my brother because I did not want him to die either but I knew the odds were against me. I hated Hitler for what he is doing and I know it is wrong. If I ever found Hitler I was going to kill him myself. It has been a while since I have heard from my brother and I was a little scared that he wasn’t alive anymore. I was stressing out and didn’t know what to do. I was going to mail him but I was sure that they would be too busy to take any mail at this time. Living alone was the hardest thing for me at only 15 years old. I had to find my own food and try and get as much sleep as I could without dying. With all the planes flying around and crashing I could tell it was a sign of my time to come.
I wish I could have gone out and fought with my brother but I was too young. I didn’t like the fact that I could not join. I constantly went out for food and protection. It was not safe at my house because there were planes crashing all around it. As I was going back home I saw the most terrible thing. My brother’s plane crashed and he was dead! It was the most horrible thing I could see. It was shot down from the Nazis. I couldn’t live with myself anymore now that all of my family died. I didn’t know what else to do but the worst thing. I had to kill myself. I was going to die alone and I was going to let the Nazis defeat me. I stood outside and committed suicide by waiting for the bombs to come down and blow me up!