I could tell mother couldn’t bear this. “Keep strong,” I said to myself as I packed my suitcase with my most precious belongings. Mother left my bedroom hiding her face – I knew she was going to cry. Closing the suitcase, I took a deep breath, thinking this would be a new beginning. “Goodbye room,” I whispered. As I entered the kitchen father began to let go of my mother, who was clinging to him, crying hysterically. They brought me to the train station, both kissing me on my forehead. I got on the train and waved them goodbye, leaving London.
Our whole house was painted white. My bedroom just had a bed. So did Oscar’s. We had a kitchen, some bare essentials. That’s it. But it didn’t bother me. Until now.
They took Flo. And Danny. They would just stare at you, then you would be gone in a flash of green light. There were people called deceivers, who they couldn’t take. Your not a deceiver unless both your parents are. Today I found blood stains on the walls.They don’t draw blood unless you are a deceiver. My family! I must be a deceiver. I have to leave London.
I lay in bed tears streaming from my eyes. I burrowed my head into Pooger’s tummy, “Oh Pooger. How will I survive this dreadful pain?”I whispered. But obviously there wasn’t a reply, toys cant talk. I sat straight, “Betty you are strong and it will all be ok.” I chanted. Eventually I drifted off into sleep. The next morning I awoke startled. Today was the day, the day i leave life as i know it, the day all my dreams are crushed and the day i leave home. My mother walked in, “Betty”… “Betty” … “I love you my darling girl”
Nobody was happy. How could we? Today was the day. Even school was ‘extremely’ unhappy. But nobody could deny ‘it’. I had to leave London. My mother was the most unhappy. She was so sad she could barely speak a sentence. As we went on the train I waved goodbye, and that was it. I would never see my family in a long time. A few years later…
I still remember the time I had to evacuate London, I told my grandson…
Im trying to blink back my tears but it won’t work! Nobody can take me away from my parents ! I struggle from the security guard’s grasp but he shoves me on the train with full force. I’ve already hugged my parents at least 10 times already but being on the train feels wrong very wrong. I wave to my family one last time and walk to my carriage with my case banging at the side of my knee. Finally a single seat to have peace in…. But what’s happening to me my eyes won’t let me see! I’m fainting … ” Help!”
“I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE LONDON”. I am leaving London at the age of ten. I kept repeating stay calm every thing is going to be alright, but in the top of my head it was SCREAMING. My day couldn’t get worse I thought I could take my dog dash but now I know it’s the worst day of my life. I got taken to a train I felt my eyes welling up with water I started bursting with tears to mother. I would expect father to be here but he is fighting for his country. Germany are gonna wish they didn’t… start this war!
Evacuation. The hushed whispers dance around my empty skull. Where am I being sent? Will I ever see my family again? The secretive discussions between my parents make me Question my future. Dreadful thoughts stream through my mind, when will I return home? Apparently children are being torn away from their whole world, put on crowded trains and hoping that someone would take their fancy. I pray that the bombs won’t fall on London, but who knows what the Nazis are capable of. The sound of the air raid sirens will forever echo through my mind. What will happen next?
We ran through the twisting streets of London. It was as if we were in a maze. The deafening wails and howls of the air-raid sirens made me want to cry. But then another sound accompanied the wails, a distant thudding. Everyone looked in the direction of the noise. Nazi planes. We were on our way to the train station this morning but then we heard the sirens and ran. I don’t even know why but we just ran. Ran to the train station. And then the train was there. I got in and looked at my mother. Thud.
I could have predicted this would happen. Them sending us away like this, objects looking for new homes. We even had labels tied around our necks like parcels to make it worse. With little Charlie lagging behind me, we finally made our way to Mr Harrison who was shouting across the station due to the background hustle and bustle. Mother’s hand was a comfort to Charlie but not me, even though I knew we could go and live with a beautiful view and a kind old lady. I stepped onto the packed train. I was gone, my fate awaited me.
Whatever was left of me, or what i thought was, just drained from my heart. I can’t believe it, why would mother ever do this to me. I guess I’m just lucky that i have John and George, well that’s if i don’t get separated from them as well. I’ve already started packing mother said I’m only aloud to bring two precious items the rest must be the essential items of everyday life, you know shoes, clothes and a warm coat. She said i could be sent anywhere come rain nor shine I must be prepared, as I’m leaving London.
I remember my mother’s last words and how I felt. I thought it was a normal day until my Mother brought me to the train station! I was excited, until I looked into my Mother’s eyes, the tears had begun to well and I could see she was fighting back her emotions.” John” she mumbled and cleared her throat “You are going to go away for awhile” She paused for breath “When you return home I will tell you everything….I love you!” My heart dropped I was devastated. I boarded the train….
“Goodbye John, I will miss you always”
KABOOM neeaaw crash big explosion. Mummy, thank you for my toy plain its so cool it can crash and DIE,why did you give it to me? Mummy are alright? “Goodbye Max” what why are you saying that? “your going on a little holiday Maxy” yey where are we going, are we going to the forbidden garden of plains? or the zombie opocolips? hey mum lets go to… “no max just you, me and daddy are staying at home” but I can’t fight zombies on my own. “Goodbye max” Goodbye Mummy.
The polluted streets of London. An economy built with bricks of corruption, cheating its way to the top. Homeless people sleep on the streets, yet we spend money on building unneeded offices and tourist attractions. Unoccupied houses round every corner, with ‘for sale’ written above an array of zeros. Why can’t we just be honest with ourselfs? Admit that we’re being selfish, start rebuilding our economy with bricks of honesty, cementing it with the support of our citizens? But what’s the point? We’ve got here, why turn back? I pray to you, look for a brighter future. Leave this London.
Leaving London,was I really ready?Me and my four yr old sister ,all alone in a world with no comfort,no sugar,no nanny!! The war cannot get worse, all my silk nightgowns have already been taken by a puffed out red faced man who looked lille there was a slug on his ugly lips! I can’t believe all the horror tales my friends tell me, a huge white dog coverd in spots that gives milk???Today the rage filled army officer stormed into the modern lobby and thrust an evacuation leaflet into to my hands NOOOOOOOOOO!
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