I lay on the ground looking up at the sky. It was a nice day today, and the blue sky was full of fluffy white clouds. I began to pick out shapes - a game I used to play with my mummy.
A baby elephant floated by, while a ballerina followed him. Then I pulled out a puppy chasing a butterfly. I remembered a cloud fact I had seen in book once, when I was seven; the biggest clouds are cumulonimbus, climbing up to 9.7 kilometers high and holding up to half a million tons of water.
I had to stop doing that. Being clever was what got me in this trouble. Daddy had said I was his little brain box. But when he realised how smart I actually was, he tried to get me to work for the war.
"Sweetie pie, you would be a hero. You could think of amazing ways, for us to get rid of the nasty people. It would be fun." he had said to me.
Even though I was only nine, I wasn't dumb. In fact, I wasn't even average. I was amazing. My brain could hold so many facts, that I even had an higher IQ than most of the Sieminas, and that was saying something.
But what was the use of brains, in a war. How could knowing that around 50,000 of the cells in your body will die and be replaced with new cells every second help get rid of the Sieminas. And how would knowing that each day a person takes 20,000 breaths a day on average, help win a loosing War.
But try telling my daddy. The fact I was only nine, didn't even seem to bother them. So I had ran. I knew all about surviving the wilderness -I knew all about everything- so I knew I could make it.
It had been hard, sneaking the provisions that I would need, while my mum wasn't looking. But of course, I could do it. It was all about calculating the right timing. I loved maths, so that was no problem.
And then choosing the right way to go, had been a challenge. Looking at my daddys map - which of course I could read - I had finally decided to travel north. I packed my teddy, and I was off.
And that is what brought me to lying in a field, in the middle of nowhere, staring at the clouds.
Just then, I heard the sounds of shooting far to the left of me.