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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9


By Freya Le Noury, year 8, St Sampson’s School

War, war, war! All I hear is War; newspapers, radios, school, the village, everyone’s talking about war! Father says it’s a good thing because it’s a way of our country coming together as one, but I’m not so sure. All the fighting and chaos drives me so crazy that sometimes I just feel like wanting to go to heaven to my mother. I guess I just have to deal with it like everyone else around the world preparing for the major disruption.

It was a dull Sunday afternoon when I was looking through my tatty photos of my mother. Suddenly there was a loud knock at our front door. I heard father going to the door and there was a deep voice echoing through our house wich said, “Mr Bryant, I need to talk to you.”

As I walked down the stairs and peered over the decrepit banister, I could see a very muscular man dressed in khaki uniform which had many different coloured badges.
“You know why I’m here?” the man said with a serious tone in his voice.
“Yes sir” father replied as he invited the suspicious man in.
Sitting down at our kitchen table the man exclaimed “You need to go, our country needs you. The more the men the better. Sophie can go to the orphanage, it’s nice and welcoming there you know.”
Cupping his head in his hands my father sighed “I know. I just don’t like the thought of her being left alone now her mother's gone. What if I go to?”
“I know Mr Bryant. However it the only choice you’ve got I’m afraid.” the man told him. As my eyes filled with an ocean of tears, I knew from now on it would just be me. No father, no mother, just me.

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