I love to go to the librarywalk through stacksand rowsof books,picking whatever I like,the books pull me in.I can go on any adventure.I can sit and readall day,worming through them,reading out the whole shelfI am at homeand somewhere elseat the same time.

One morning,I saw spinningplanes thudinto tragedy, crumblingaround the whole of America;everybody listened,hushed.We sipped up the sadness.Hurt.

I know I am safein my housewith people I love.I hear the rushing waterof the sighing waterfall.Mom clicks away on her computer.I can see my little sister sitsilently,waiting for Dad.I grab my bookso I can disappearinto a worldof happily ever after.

I see ashand broken brick.I am worried.There are peopleunder there, too.My heart drops.I would not want to be there.I do not want a war.I think about other kidsmy agein different countries.They must be scared.The war might come to them.

I am lucky to livein America.