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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

Getting away

By Elisha Bougeard, year 7, St Sampson’s School

While standing in the frosty, dark alley, sneakily watching out for the horrible ghastly germans, I saw families in the distance frantically running around, like headless chickens, trying to find important items to pack in one suitcase, this meant one suitcase per family, AlI I could hear was children howling for all their toys to be packed but there wasn’t enough room in the cases, so some wicked kids/ teenagers tried sneaking toys into their pockets which some got away with, but some didn’t. I could smell the dampness of the air and feel the sadness of all the families having to leave their precious belongings behind. I could see parents dragging their children by one arm through the dusty and damp tracks to the harbour, to be able to get a seat on the small boats which would take them to safety, whilst the trees danced peacefully in the winds. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But all of a sudden the silence was shattered, from out of nowhere, a very high pitched echoing siren sounded in the background, everyone became tongue tied, began to scream and panicked which made the situation worse, people and children were running and falling everywhere. There was a plane in the distance which was going to drop a bomb which we were all warned about. The last time a bomb was dropped it all got very humid and hot, people were sweating like melted chocolate and falling to the ground like a ton of bricks. Because of this, boats were quickly released leaving some families behind and also leaving parents behind watching their children drift away on the boats, leaving puddles of water from peoples tears. Then there was complete silence, leaving families destroyed and separated from their families.

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