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“No War Tomorrow (A real fantastic story)” (Youth & Peace)

The shrilling ring of the bell disturbed the silence. The break began. Senior students grouped in their favorite place. Everything can be seen from there, but no one disturbs you.
“I'm tired of classes”, Edgar said.
“Especially this Chemistry” Aram agreed.
They didn't feel like talking.
“Where's that Karen?” As if it was Karen's fault.
“He's in love”, explained Michael.
“With whom?”
“With a girl from another 10 th grade. Her name is Ann”
“Yes, I know her. Here he comes. Perhaps he couldn't a love confession again” Edgar mumbled, then asked Karen.
“Is that true?”
“What?”
“You’re in love?”
“A-a-a-h! I don't know. Don't tell anybody yet. Why are you hanging around here, let's get out of the school.”
Edgar took out a cigarette.
“Did you watch the match yesterday?”
“No, we didn't have electricity. The electric power station was destroyed yesterday.
No one answered. Karen's brother appeared god-knows where from and threw a glance full of trouble to brother's cigarette.
Suddenly they looked at each other.
“Don't tell mom.”
Armen didn't answer.
“I don't want to go back to school, I want to go home” Edgar broke the silence.
“There mustn't have been any classes today; they don't want to let the people out. They don't want panic, that's why they do this” Karen said.
“Does it matter, at home or at school?”
“School is the future of every country. Live target…”
“Even the most savage enemy has a heart, calm down.”
“I've heard that some closed shops had been robbed in North Avenue .” Michael said, as he was talking to himself.
“There's nearly no one in the street.”
“Mom didn't want to let Armen go to school…” Karen said.
“Is there any letter from your father?” Edgar asked troubled.
“No.”
“Is he in the army, too?” asked a boy from other grade.
Armen hid his head behind the tall boys.
“I don't know, I hope he'll be back, Kar”, he tried to console Karen, although they had been beating each other in the same place the day before.
“Why are you standing with adults?” Karen shouted not to show his excitement. “Go to the classroom”.
“It's better to go home.” Edgar complained, “They will make us wear gas masks, then will teach us how to hide during bombing. What is to happen will come this may or other? I don't want to live with fear”.
Near the exit the boys parted, Edgar went alone.
“Bye”, he said: “I hope we'll meet tomorrow.”
“Yeah”, Karen said and didn't believe his words.
“Karen”, Edgar called.
“What?”
“Tell Ann, that you love her, tell her. Maybe tomorrow…”
Edgar didn't finish. Karen was looking after him. He was alone in the street that was still smoking after the night bombing.

Wrote at 17 years old age