5 May 2012
The next morning Jeremy and his mum were awoken to the sound of an ear-splitting siren.
'Mum! Theres going to be bombs!'
Suddenly there was a harsh knock at the door.
'Jeremy Thompson. You are to be evacuated.'the lady explained. Jeremy stared at his mum and she sighed and fixated her eyes on the hard wooden floor boards in their city home.
'Jeremy, it shall be for your own good. Y' don' wanna stay out in this ol' city and end up getting killed by a bomb.'
There was millions of questions running around wildly in Jeremy's head. As his mum went to pack his clothes, Jeremy washed his face and dressed smartly in his newly-bought mackintosh. His mum hugged him tightly and kissed him.
'I will write to you every week.'
And before Jeremy knew it he was walking with several other children to the train station.
WAR TIME. Ch.2 • Opuss № I