The day my sister was taken away, I swore I would celebrate victory or die trying. The English man had her taken, to work for them. We both live in India, all by ourselves. Her name is Bella and mine is Daisy. We were quite a rich family we had lots of weapons, and I was ready to bring on the journey ahead. I booked a flight all the way to England which would be leaving today, I could not wait. I had a tracker on my sister so I would drive of to wherever it sauy she is. A packed up a couple more biscuits to eat on the plan, then set of. Once I reached the airp I had a bittersweet feeling at seeing….at seeing my beloved sister. She was wearing some old rags and a white english person was holding her and taking her somewhere that would not know. ” Hey you!!” I screamed he turned his head over to me and started talking as her brought a gun to my sisters head, and she shivered in great terror.
“ No please please do not do this I love without any bounds, do not take her away.” I convinced. “ Then you better stay out of her new life if you ever want to see her face,” He said. They ran away together and I used my trackor to see where they were at, it said at the bathroom which I straight away went to. I opeaned the door slightly to see what was going on. “ Now you listen here, you do not need that sister of yours so do not pull anymore stunts of that will be the end of your life.“ He threated. I kicked opean the door and was about to fight the white man, but staraight away he shot me in the arm as I fell on the floor and screamed. My sister reached her hand out but the man grabbed it back….
” Somewon from security found me and helped me to first aid which thankfully they had in the airport. They rapped a bandage around it as I wept in tears. “ Okay well, this did have quite a bad affect on your arm and some other parts of your body as well, so please do not do anything worse or it will cause bigger problems “ She said, but the nurses words ment nothing to me as I knew I would keep fighting for my sister and dieing is worse than pain I looked at the tracker and i said they were at the cafeteria, which I was nervous for since I didn’t want to set a seen but I was determained to do anything for my sister.
I did not see tha man, and guessed he went to the toilet, but little did I know he was hiding right behind the plant. I grabbed her hand and moved as quickly as a falcon but the man shot my leg, and I ended up tripping, luckily my sister was safe. The same security guy came by my side and defended me from the man. I was quickly taken into a real hospital, ans as they examined all parts of my body which had been damaged my sister was by my side reading a magazine to me thinking it would help but sadly it did not as I was too too tired for anything right now. “ Well I am sorry but you are so damaged that we need to perform surgery on you straight away, and even with that there is a very slim chance you will survive. I gave all the money I had to get the doctors to do there best job , and I survived, but still I will never forget the day I saved my sister but they are still after us, and who knows if we will survive, maybe another hero will save us all once and for all.
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