Chaos It started out as a small light in the distance, softly glowing burnt orange and gold. The light soon traveled nearer, and with it came sounds unattainable by ears. Everyone rushed past me, heads down, eyes filled with fear. But I just watched and waited, waited for the chaos to erupt. Planes began to fly swiftly overhead, and I knew they were close. Any second, and the bombs would touch the concrete-covered ground and emit a force so power that thousands will die. Any second now, and it will all be over. For us, that is. "Bethany, get in this cellar now before I drag you into it myself!" My mother screamed at me. I sighed, taking one last look at the glowering night, before allowing myself to be closed off into darkness for another day. Oh, how I hated that cellar. One hundred square feet of elbow to elbow silence with my family, or at least what's left of it. My father, grandfather, and older brother had all been drafted for the war, so all that was left was my worrisome, short tempered mother; useless, withered grandmother; annoying, spoiled little brother, Zachary; and sweet baby Meredith, my 16 month old sister, who's practically the only other sane person in this household. Besides me, of course.