Life as an evacuee

Posted on Monday, March 20th, 2017 at 12:14 pm

Dear Mother and  Father,                                                                                               I hope all is well in London. I miss you very much.

When I arrived at the train station, my legs were so cold, that I could have turned into a ice cube, the journey seemed to be going on for hours. I was heart-broken when I realized that I would have to say goodbye to you, my brothers and my sisters. When I was on the train, there were many other children either sobbing or yelling. The train was so cramped that it could have been a tin of minced meat. I wanted to lock my self away and pretend that nothing was happening but I knew that I couldn’t. The place that I had to get off at was Bridgly. I was worried weather my new family would accept me like you did.

By the time I had arrived at the train station, I felt scared and worried. I slowly stepped off of the train and could feel the cold, hard marble floor under my feet. In the hall, there were lots of children (both young and old) standing in long lines waiting to be selected like I was. I waited and waited at the back of the line. The amount of time I waited, I am not sure but it seemed like an eternity. After a while, a tall man approached me and looked into my eyes with a cold, stony look. Suddenly, his stony face turned into a beaming smile. That calmed me down a little. He then took my hand and led me away.

 

I must go now.

Love from,

Kyle

 

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One Response to “Life as an evacuee”

  1. Emily says:

    Great job guys keep up the outstanding work.

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