Josie- Evacuee

I stumbled down the old Bedford Avenue wondering what would be in the newspaper today. I hoped that John the cheery paperboy would give me a discount because it’s my birthday and we were best friends. As I came to the vast, congested square where he sold the newspapers, I couldn’t help but to listen in to the wireless on Mr. Cook’s window sill because it sounded most exiting. “And now a word from our prime minister” there was then a long pause until someone said “I am speaking to you, from the candidate room of number 10 downing street, this morning the British ambassador handed the German government a final note, stating that if had not heard of them by 11:00 then they were prepared to withdraw their troupes from Poland a state of war would exist between us, I have to tell you now that no such undertaking has been received and that consequently  this country is at war with Germany” at this I could not listen to any more I ran to the paper stand to check that it was quite true that a war had begun, I snatched up the newspaper anxious and saw the front headline ‘Is This The Beginning Of World War 2’ . I threw the money into Johns outstretched hands and was flying down the street like an eagle (although not quite so gracefully ) I turned the corner and ran down the shortcut that I knew, passing strange people with their clothes torn but I didn’t care how much they stared at me I just wanted to get home. My heart beat fast as I turned another corner.  My mum had told me about the First World War how she had been evacuated into the country and how she had to leave her family. I couldn’t let thoughts like that penetrate my mind I had to focus on getting home, focus, focus. As I jumped over the fence I felt like I wanted to scream I was terrified. I ran down my lane and came to my house I burst through the door and fell over the mat, the newspaper flew through the air as my mum ran down the stairs and caught it, I jumped up quickly and screamed “WE'RE AT WAR AGAINST GERMANY”.

"CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, STOP SHOUTING!" screamed my mum, "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STOP SCREAMING WHEN YOUR SCREAMING" I belowed. I didn't know what to do.  I was terrified!  What would happen? 

Then there was a knock knock sound at the door I turned and slowely puled the door open. The big man that stood there gazed down at me, his big brown eye's piercing my insides, he wore a policemens uniform and was holding a letter. A big red letter which read, Evacuation Scheme.........