I remember how it all started, I was walking home from my school, April Road Junior School. A small, cream building with paint peeling off the sides of the wall. It wasn’t the best, as my parents don’t have an awful lot of money, but at least it was a school.
It was a cold day, the wind was blowing my short brown hair onto my pale face, covering my blue eyes. By the time I got home I felt like an ice cube. I stumbled inside, dumping my bag carelessly on the kitchen table, then my ears pricked up. I could hear someone crying. I followed the sound, and there was mum. She was sitting on her bed whimpering
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing, now you must be hungry let’s go and have some tea,” Mum replied.
That night I was thinking about mum. Was she ok? Well, I’ll hopefully know tomorrow.
“Would you like to go on a little holiday?” Asked mum, the moment she had shaken me awake.
I sat up in bed and stared at her, we never went on holiday, but I’d always wanted to go.
“Mum, I would absolutely love to!”
So, I ate my breakfast, got changed into my red patent shoes, navy blue skirt and cream jumper. Then we set off to the railway station. I then noticed that my mum didn’t have a suitcase, like me.
“Where’s your suitcase?” I asked.
“I’m not coming with you, you are being evacuated with lots of other children, to a safer country, and I’ll be a nurse while your dad fights for us.”
Suddenly all I could hear was the quiet thud of my heart pounding in my chest. War was in my head, and for the first time, I was scared.