I woke up to the sounds of gunshots from a very happy dream, noticing that my sister Sam was already awake, pale from fear. I could hear my parent’s downstairs begging them to leave, to just leave and we would forget this happened. It was so loud, and I knew that it came from our house. I knew that at least one of us had to survive. If we don't then the criminal who was doing this would get away. I knew that I would mess this up, “Sam gets under the bed," I said while I was getting out of bed.

She refused to, and said, “I am the older one and you should hide”.

I walked closer to her and whispered with a firm and angry voice, “you and I, both know I will get both of us caught, listen to me and hide!”

She was still hesitant, but after hearing the footsteps of someone coming upstairs, she hid under the bed. I could see her light blue eyes stick out from the darkness, and her blonde, silky long hair sticking out a little from under the bed.

"Give me your phone Sam,” I said, and took it from her hands and turned the camera on. I hid the phone somewhere, so the camera shows the entire room.

I went back to bed so that they would think that I was asleep when he came in, I didn't move at all, I was scared to do so until I heard him draw his gun. When I got up, I was taken back by the gun pointing straight at me.

I didn't know what to do, I only went to Karate when I was 6 for about a year. I kicked the gun out of his hand. I then kicked him hard in the stomach. When he dropped down to the ground on his knees coughing loudly while holding his stomach , I smashed my night lamp onto his head, he fell to the floor unconscious. I didn't know what to do, I was scared he might wake up, so I quickly told Sam to come from under the bed. I told her to grab his legs and I grabbed his hands and we both carried him to the closet.

Luckily the lock was on the outside, we both were scared and worried. We went downstairs to check if our parents are ok. I took the phone and called 911, they asked me a lot of questions. I never thought I would need to call 911 in my life. Sam put her head to their chests to see check their heartbeat.

From the sobbing and the tears coming from her I knew it wasn't good news. Although I saw all those tears, I didn’t want to believe what she was thinking, all I thought was she has bad hearing and she is wrong. Although it was only five minutes it felt like a lifetime, the police arrived at the front door.

When I opened the door, I was crying so much. They asked if I got hurt, I told them that I wasn't hurt. I took them to where the "bad guy" was locked up.

Sam was still in my parent's room crying her eyes out. A man in a police uniform came up to me he said: "what happened to the man?" I remembered Sam's phone, I quickly got the phone and gave it to them.

Immediately I ran downstairs to see if what Sam said about mom and daddy was true. I see their bodies being taken out covered with white blankets as I fell to fell to the ground crying. Sam was still in their room, I ran to the room and she was on the bed crying. The police were questioning her, I went over to them and told them to stop.

I knew that they were the police and all, but we just lost our parents. Just then I realized that we just became orphans, we have grandparents, but they were too old to take care of us.

I woke up to the sounds of gunshots from a very happy dream, noticing that my sister Sam was already awake, pale from fear. I could hear my parent’s downstairs begging them to leave, to just leave and we would forget this happened. It was so loud, and I knew that it came from our house. I knew that at least one of us had to survive. If we don't then the criminal who was doing this would get away. I knew that I would mess this up, “Sam gets under the bed," I said while I was getting out of bed.

She refused to, and said, “I am the older one and you should hide”.

I walked closer to her and whispered with a firm and angry voice, “you and I, both know I will get both of us caught, listen to me and hide!”

She was still hesitant, but after hearing the footsteps of someone coming upstairs, she hid under the bed. I could see her light blue eyes stick out from the darkness, and her blonde, silky long hair sticking out a little from under the bed.

"Give me your phone Sam,” I said, and took it from her hands and turned the camera on. I hid the phone somewhere, so the camera shows the entire room.

I went back to bed so that they would think that I was asleep when he came in, I didn't move at all, I was scared to do so until I heard him draw his gun. When I got up, I was taken back by the gun pointing straight at me.

I didn't know what to do, I only went to Karate when I was 6 for about a year. I kicked the gun out of his hand. I then kicked him hard in the stomach. When he dropped down to the ground on his knees coughing loudly while holding his stomach , I smashed my night lamp onto his head, he fell to the floor unconscious. I didn't know what to do, I was scared he might wake up, so I quickly told Sam to come from under the bed. I told her to grab his legs and I grabbed his hands and we both carried him to the closet.

Luckily the lock was on the outside, we both were scared and worried. We went downstairs to check if our parents are ok. I took the phone and called 911, they asked me a lot of questions. I never thought I would need to call 911 in my life. Sam put her head to their chests to see check their heartbeat.

From the sobbing and the tears coming from her I knew it wasn't good news. Although I saw all those tears, I didn’t want to believe what she was thinking, all I thought was she has bad hearing and she is wrong. Although it was only five minutes it felt like a lifetime, the police arrived at the front door.

When I opened the door, I was crying so much. They asked if I got hurt, I told them that I wasn't hurt. I took them to where the "bad guy" was locked up.

Sam was still in my parent's room crying her eyes out. A man in a police uniform came up to me he said: "what happened to the man?" I remembered Sam's phone, I quickly got the phone and gave it to them.

Immediately I ran downstairs to see if what Sam said about mom and daddy was true. I see their bodies being taken out covered with white blankets as I fell to fell to the ground crying. Sam was still in their room, I ran to the room and she was on the bed crying. The police were questioning her, I went over to them and told them to stop.

I knew that they were the police and all, but we just lost our parents. Just then I realized that we just became orphans, we have grandparents, but they were too old to take care of us.