Japanese Internment Camp: A Fictional Narrative

It was very quiet. No dogs barking, no people talking. Just the quiet whisper of the howling winds. The rules strictly prohibited anyone out of their rooms past 8:30, which Yuki didn’t mind that much. What Yuki hated even more than the unimaginative, blank buildings, was the emptiness of the desert. Back in her old home in California, she could sit by the ocean for hours, listening to the peaceful waves crashing onto the shore. Yuki sat in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was hot and the bed felt like a rock. She was surrounded in a pool of sweat, and her filthy clothes were sticking to her like a newly peeled band aid. She was missing her friends back at home. She wondered what happened them, since most of them were Japanese. She especially missed her best friend, Amaya. She live a couple blocks down from Yuki. Yuki heard that she was transported to Arkansas, to another Japanese internment camp. Yuki hoped that Amaya’s camp was much more brighter than her camp in Utah. Maybe her camp was royal blue Amaya’s favorite color! …show more content…
She looked over and saw her sound asleep, leaving a puddle of drool from her mouth. She sounded like a pig, which Yuki found quite funny. She chuckled under her breath and attempted to go back to sleep. Her attempt must have been successful for about an hour or two when suddenly Yuki was awakened by a loud bang. ¨Eeek!¨ she screamed as she jumped out of her bed. She looked over to see Ken and Grandma awakened from their sleep. “What was that?” asked Ken. Right after there was another loud noise, and it sounded like a gunshot.
Frantically, Ken and Yuki rushed onto their grandma's bed.
“Calm down my children, it´s they are just test firing, it’s going to be just fine,” Grandma reassured. Then Grandma pulled out a piece of musty scrap paper out of her pocket. “I found this scrap of paper on the bathroom floor early this morning. Grandpa used to teach me origami when I first met