Hello my name is Ronan. I live in New York city and the year is 2042. We have houses and rockets everywhere. But unfortunately Mars are continuously attacking us. I work as a fighter which means that I fly jets in the war. Our king just announced a war. Shortly after, a man called everyone to their stations so I ran over to my jet. My jet has a red symbol on it that is a sign of peace. It’s pretty cool actually. As I was taking off, I saw my home being destroyed. I was overwhelmed with emotions. However, I kept going and I went off to war. TO BE CONTINUED.