100 Word Challenge by Liam

My house was the most beautiful thing you would ever see. It was like a piece of art. Dark brown like a castle. Sometimes I would take pictures of it with my camera. It was hard to ever think of leaving it. Everyday I come home worried because my dad got a job in the military.  He was a pilot. Wars swept like a hurricane they never stayed in the same place. My dad had a job in britian as a RAF (royal air force pilot. That means big money but it also meant leaving the house in NY. FOREVER.