The Ships have Sailed on Without Us

Date: 3/11/2017

It was like a conference but all the children (15 years or younger) were separated from the rest. Government officials came in and started screaming at everyone to run, (I think we were on a large island) yelling at us hide. It was chaos, everyone was running around trying to find there family, I wasn't with anyone and I didn't know where to go. I saw someone I knew (I'll call him John) he was standing with a girl, who I think was his cousin. I I ran up to him, he was speaking with the girl in Hebrew, (he is jewish) I walked up to them and for some reason started saying random stuff in French like tu mange le un chat la pomme! Homme de ça joule. "I'm sorry I can't help you," John said in English. I started telling him in English that I needed to find a girl, she had blonde hair and a pink shirt. I ran down a smaller hallway, past officials yelled at people to run for there lives. I walked into a medium sized room at the end of the hall. In it I saw several people from my church as well as a family i know. I hugged the youngest girl in relief; she has blonde hair and was wearing a pink shirt. At the far end of the room from the door was a glass wall with a black screen behind it so I couldn't see out of it. John ran into the room right before the door was shut and locked. I turned to one of the people from church she said all the ships had left, and it would be suicide to leave the room. My mind was racing, "we need to ration are water," decided. I told everyone to give me there water bottles, I selected the largest and most airtight bottle and empty all the other into it. Then we sat waiting for friend or foe to find us.