Archive for October, 2013

Harry’s diary


2013
10.02

Dear Diary,

Dear diary,

Yesterday just had to be the worst and most dreadful day!

It’s now 5:30 and I’m so tired. I can’t sleep; my mind is flooded with thoughts, confusion and I just can’t get it out of my head. I feel like I’m going to explode!

Suddenly my mum came running upstairs and gave me some good news and bad news. The good news was I was getting away from the bombs and the bad news was mum and dad weren’t coming. It was time for me to go and I went onto the train (by myself). I couldn’t stand going on the train corded with lots of strangers.

Time went by so slow, as if turtle was trying to run a marathon. I tried to stay awake but I couldn’t; I fell asleep. When I got off the train I could see a lady rushing towards me. I backed off a little and she said “come on, this way I’m the billeting officer and I’m going to find you a nice new home. I think you will like it here in Weirwold.”

Diary entry by Charlotte


2013
10.02

As quick as a cheetah my mum has run to me and cold said, “please d-d-darling, pick up your bag, we have to go!” Sadly, my miserable eyes stayed strong; but not for long. My mother anxiously stepped outside, clutching my weak hand tight! The rain was pouring! As my mum and I, slowly and carefully, stuttered down the path I began to see a truck…but what was in it?

Eventually, as we got closer I could just about see a few young faces blankly staring at me, my heart felt heavy. Their parents seemed to be there too! I wondered if they were going to wait at the train station. I hope my mum would see me until the train station. When I had climbed up the big, green steps, mother had to set off. I let myself fall to the ground and curl up to keep warm.

‘SCREECH!’ We came to a sudden holt. As quickly as I had sat I stood up; the rain was still pouring but my heart remained dry, as dry as a desert. Suddenly I noticed a stone arch towering overhead. It said something?! I tugged on my mum’s sleeve to ask what it said. With a bursting cry she said, “train station.” I was speechless. When I walked in, without a word, I rushed into a carriage through the window. I sobbed to my mum and gave her a thoughtful hug. Just before the train set off, my mum quietly whispered, “I WILL see you again, goodbye my love….”


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