CHAPTER TWO- The Dream Diary Of Sara Holds


    She Kept on reading the sentence over and over again in her head, “All I want is Peace.” She wondered what she meant by make all my dreams come true, did she mean that what she wanted Peace? Which now a day’s seems so far away, peace and harmony the things she wished for the most. The book felled nice against her hands as she rubbed it trying to see what the cover of it said. She managed to make out to words in fancy lettering.

Dream Diary

    She walked past another burning building her once white hair blowing in the ash filled breeze. Her hair used to be snow white but there’s so much ash and dust in the air that it has turned into a gray white type of color and the dirt never get’s out. Her skin didn’t use to be so pale nether, but the sun has disappeared for a few years now and she’s been deprived of sun light. She always at all times has her survivor bag filled with knifes and a small gun and bullets. It’ also filled with in case food and water and now a diary. She tucks it away in her bag as she approaches the other’s on her team today, which she’ll most be with another group of people tomorrow. She see a flash of bright blonde hair that is easy to figure out that it came from a bottle. Her voice is so high and loud and girly with she hates.
    “Asha! Oh Asha we’re over here!” The blonde hair girl yelled. Asha wanted to yelled back at her that she wasn’t blind nor deaf and she wanted to ask want her true hair color was, but she knew she couldn’t do that.
    “I know I see that.” Her voice sounded like an old record playing over and over again. Asha slowly made her way over to the group she looked around to see so many different faces. There’s one boy with hazel brown hair and green eyes he smile’s but she can tell it’s fake because was is there to smiling about that she’s back or that it’s even 68 outside. Well I guess that’s something to be happy for because it’s normally 49 outside on a normal day. Then there’s another girl there with light pink hair that hangs in her face like she’s trying to hide from the world she doesn’t say much which doesn’t surprise Asha. Asha didn’t pay much to these three people knowing she would most lucky never see them again.
    The four walk in silence till they make it to the F.U building which stands for Freedom Organization were they report to. They walk in and make there way to the front desk were a women ask them if they saw anything. The other three say no and then are free to go home. Asha begins to think if she should tell them if she saw anything she keeps on going over and over in her head about what to say, she keeps on talking to herself in her head till the women stops her with a question.
    “Dear did you see anything today?” She asked. That one question could change Asha’s life forever whatever she chose to say would make a huge chance in her life and everyone’s around her life’s this one choice would start it all.
    “No. No I did not.” She said strain and cool as she looked straight into the women’s eyes.
    “Okay your free to go.” She said as she stamped on some papers.





    Alife walked past a group of men, women and children lined up against a walk he could see the sweat beat of there faces in worry. His boots clicked on the cracked hard tar every step making one of the people lined up jump as he got closer. He stopped right in front of a man with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes with a fuzzy brown bread to match.
    “Tell me sir did you steal the bread from the market?” Alife’s voice rose over the group of people. The man was in shock that he had asked him such a thing but he managed to make out some words.
    “No sir I would never do such a thing!” The mans eyes were telling the truth but Alife saw differently. He took the mans neck and put his head down then kneed him in the face. The man fall to his knees in pain his hold his mouth and nose and just looked up at Alife.
    “Now someone come out and say they stole the bread or this man will died!” Alife pointed to the man and looked at the group of people and waiting for a answer. Finally a boy with black shaggy hair stepped forward started to cry.
    “I did it.” The boy said wiping his eyes trying not to cry but couldn’t help himself. Alife walked over in front of the boy and bent down so he could look him in the eyes. His blue eyes met with the boys brown eyes that were filled with tears, Alife stood up and began to walk away when he gave orders to the other soldiers.
    “Kill him and his family.” Alife said with no emotion as the little boy let out a cry and his mother pulled him back. A soldier walked over and all the group heard was two gun shots and the crying and screaming stopped, the last sound the group heard was Alife’s boots walking away. Even he jumped to the sound of the guns but he soon remembered he was a soldier and kept on walking away.





    Asha finally made it home, she walked into her home or what she called shack she walked into the cool one room house it felt so empty after Emily left. Asha wanted her to be save so she made her stay with the Johnson’s on the next street, she didn’t want her to be endangered. She walked past the two chairs that sat in the middle of the room, one her mothers one her fathers. She made her way to the small fireplace she made and lit it and sat on the floor and pulled out her knifes and began to clean then when she saw out of the corner of her eye the book she grabbed it and again begin to read it. She looked around to see if anyone was out side no one was so the coast was clear she began to read out loud.

Page Two

Dear Dream Diary,

    My name is Sara Holds and all I want in life right at the moment is Peace.
    I created this Dream Diary in the hopes that all my dreams would come true, and I hope that the next reader does make all my dreams come true. Now here’s how it works.
    I want peace so now you the reader or new holder of this book will have to make that come true, it won’t be easy but I have faith in you and I believe you have to same dream as I do. Now here’s a question for you will you help me?

P.S Please write your answer below.


                                    Sara Holds

    Asha just stared at the book in confusion, She thought.
“Is this really true will I now have to make her dream come true? I know I want the same thing as her but is this a trick or prank I mean how would she know if she’s dead? I guess I’ll find out?” She found a pen in her back pocket and slowly under the letter Sara Holds wrote “please out your answer below she put.


P.S Please write your answer below.

        I will...
                Asha Hunston