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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

The suit case

By Ross Atkinson, year 7, St Sampson’s School

I kept on telling mother that I did not want to leave but she said that the home I was going to was going to be a lot of fun,but I did not believe her. I was going to start packing a carrier bag but she had already packed a suit case. And at that moment I realised that this stay would be more than just a couple of days. We were running late and the moon was appearing .Mother said that I must walk to the home by myself. I would have much liked to walk with her but it was the last time I was going to see her for a while and I did not want to spoil our last moments together.

I started down the road I had walked down many times to buy milk for mother but then I took a turn I thought I never would have taken. Mother told me I should go down this lane: it was an eerie and mysterious lane. I spotted some men talking to each other. I tried not to look at them, no matter who they were. Mother told me to do this in case they were German soldiers, and she also said that they would take me away. I arrived at the destination I was supposed to be at but no house was there, and when I heard the deafening sirens and the loud explosions I knew the air raid was commencing.

Immediately I started to race down the lanes to find my house, but the more I did, the more I was losing my sense of direction. Eventually, after a few hours of continuous running, I found my house standing tall but when I did an intense explosion happened on top, and the shock was so intense it knocked me out and now all I can remember of my mother is the suit case she packed for me.

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