It has been a year since I had to flee Australia because of world war III. I am asking the refugee camp boss when I am going home every week but he is saying it is still too early to come home. I don’t know where I am. The refugee camp that I am in is a mess there is rubbish everywhere and it is noisier than some of my friends.
I miss home, all I want to do is sleep in my own bed and go to the beach and live in peace and quiet. I can’t believe that I am missing school. I miss my mums cooking and my friends. I tried to making some friends but they say I don’t have the right culture.
Today the media came to talk to some of us and I got picked to talk to them. They asked me if I was grateful where I was.
I stayed “no, I just want to go back home.”
“Do you think they should send some people back home?”
“Do you?” I said
“Yes!”
Then they walked away.
One week later, they grabbed 400 refuges including me and took us somewhere else. They took us to the refugee camp in Malaysia. I was worrying if I was going to be ok then I thought that my family might be there.
I am in Malaysia now. I still have nightmares about when I left and last night there was an attack on a refugee so I think I will have to leave Malaysia now.