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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

The Train Stop

By Stuart Gordon, year 8, Grammar School

“Oh dear!” I thought, panic coursing through my body, “I’ve missed my stop!” I raced out of the bumpy unforgiving train and onto the cold hard floor of the metal platform. I raced outside with my mind a mile behind my legs and looked everywhere for some indication of where I was, and then I saw it: an old crooked wooden sign. Half the letters were missing but I quickly deciphered the words “Dalston Train Station.”
I was horrified, I had missed my stop! I was meant to go to Blackburn to see my Grandma and Grandpa to stay with them for the duration of this war, but now I wouldn’t and I was more terrified than I had ever been before!
I didn’t know much about the war. From what I understood this evil man with half-shaved moustache and his team called the Nat-zis are trying to take over the world, I think.
I raced away from the road and looked around for some sort of map. Then I found one, across the street from where I was: it was a grey shop,with only the Cashier in it. I went inside, closing the door behind me. The Cashier didn’t bother to look up, “Whaddya want?” he asked very rudely.
“Ummmm ok…” I mumbled “Can I have a map of England please?” I asked in a feeble voice. The man pointed to an overflowing drawer filled with maps.
“In ‘ere,” he grumbled. I walked over there and picked up the cleanest one I could find. It showed me that I was miles away and must have been sleeping for hours!
I dropped some pennies on the counter and left, my eyes burning through the map. How could I have been so stupid and what would I do now?

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