Here is the day, the most terrifying day that I will ever come across, the day I am being evacuated. My mother burst out with tears, just like all the other parents and luckily enough my Father was there with few tears pouring down his face - red face but also pale around the centre around the eyes and nose.
The Great train departed away from the station and funny enough, I didn't even know where the train would take us.
At around 7pm, we had reached our destination, somewhere in the country. There were very few houses, a farm, and bare rock. I thought to myself, 'This can't be happening', it was a horrible thought. This was not what I was expecting.
About ten minutes later we were taken to the village hall, where we were split into groups for different parts of the town. I ended up being chosen with my sister and about five other boys.
Our guardian was a wealthy old man with riches and a fair amount of money that we seven could spend on anything in the village.
About a week later, I was getting around the place but I still wish my family were here.
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Evacuation Diary (Short Story, 2011)
Historical FictionA young boy in WWII England discovers the differences between rural and urban life when he is forced to evacuate with his sister to the countryside. Originally published in 2011.
