This is War

Heather looked out her window. It was still raining. The first week of school it was raining. She was a senior middle school stundent. It's saturday. "Heather, your father is leaving." Her mother said. Her little brother, Reed, who is 11, and her older sister, Sasha, who is 16, ran from the kitchen to say goodbye. Heather was the last one there. Her father had brown hair, he was 32. He always wore a turqoise jaket. In his hand was a poketwatch with a dragon on it. He nodded at us, then left. Mother stepped into the kitchen. She was making us rice for supper tonight. She went upstairs. She noticed that her father's door was open. He must of opened it when he left. He hardly opens his door. She steped inside. A light flooded her eyes. When th light had gone, she noticed it was Sasha and Reed, looking at her fathers books. 'Hey, Heather! We're readin' about Alchemy! Wanna try?"