Hidden: A Conflict

By this time, I am certain that everyone of us in hiding is very opinionated and stubborn. I wonder how long this will last, but it won't ease our hardships. The interesting thing about our group is our diversity. We are people from around the world only united by our beliefs. The diversity can create some arguments on what to eat, telling others what to do — just mainly on the personal beliefs. I bet it's really hard for some people to just go with the flow in this type of situation. But that's kind of ironic. 

Yesterday night, the adults were discussing about where to go next. It sounds too depressing, so I left and go to sleep. It was only for a short period of time before the voices woke me up. Mr. Piper, in his 60s, was accused of shenanigans. For some reason, that sounds silly to me because we barely have any valuables. Maybe it's just my family. I don't know what the other's possessions to this point in this place. Poor Mr.Piper. I barely know him, but some people say he's a greedy old man who always deny. We are blanketed in desperation. If stuff like this —finding faults in each other —repeatedly occurs, it wouldn't get safer for any of us since matters might be worse in the city. Who knows where we might end up in the next few days?