27 April 2012
Chapter 3
I couldn't stop crying, the unwelcome tears trickled smoothly down by cheeks, leaving tracks. I might not see my mother for 10 years, this made me cry harder than ever, so I tried to distract myself. With shaking hands, I opened my suitcase and looked at what food my mother had packed for me. There was an apple, a ham sandwich and a biscuit. I took the biscuit out of the box and looked at the words which had been written on it in coloured icing 'I love you forever Lizzie' it said. I began hyperventilating at these words. What did this mean? Did my mother know for sure that she would die? Did she know that we would never see each other again? No. I was just overreacting, she probably just wrote this because it was true. Yes, that was it. I carefully placed the biscuit back in the box and tried to get some sleep, I hadn't slept at all the night before so I needed to catch up on my sleep.
Just over 2 hours of being on the train, I was woken by my teacher, who told me that I must get my things ready as we were nearly there. I started to panic when I heard this and I automatically felt sick with fear. I had forgotten about this part, where I had to be chosen by someone like bread of a shelf. What if no one wanted me?
"Ok children, is everyone ready to go? We will be stopping in 3 minutes,"Miss Jones called down the narrow corridor in her usual kind voice.
Everyone else seemed excited about this. I didn't find anything exciting about being taken away from your parents (who could be bombed at any moment) and being given out to a stranger. With a sudden jolt, the train stopped. My feet went numb and my palms were sweating.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Lizzie Evacuated • Opuss № I