"Terror pulsed through me.
Gunshots rang through the air, vibrating through my body as I felt my arms
being tugged roughly behind me. Screams and shouts added to the cacophony,
drowning out the beating of my frantic heart. I tried to find Tony in the crowd,
but he was no where to be seen. The cold butt of a gun in the small of my back
prompted me forward.
"Move," the
holder of the gun told me in a rough voice. I didn't dare disobey.
Many of my classmates
and myself were being guided in a scraggly line out of the school and onto the
grass. Our shoes and any extra clothing was taken from us, so by a few hours,
my feet were aching and drenched in blood. There were many rules, the biggest
being never talk, and never stop.
We walked for days. I
no longer knew if we were in Uganda or not. I thought about my father, and the
maid, back home, waiting for my return. Surely the news of Kony's kidnap on our
school would've reached them by now. I tried to remember the last words I had
said to my father, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of much anymore, just the
deep anger and uncertainty and the terrible loneliness that had taken root in
the pit of my stomach.
So much had changed in
a short few days. A few days ago, I never would've imagined that I, with an
important father such as mine that attended a prestigious school, would be
kidnapped and forced to fight for the Lord's Resistance Army. Never would I
have thought that such terrible acts would be committed by human beings, just
the same as me.
Never would I have thought I might never
return home."
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