It was lunch-time. I unwrapped my tuna roll. It had sweetcorn in it as well. I felt bad for Charlotte because she had a cheese roll and I hate cheese. Mummy had packed me a chocolate bar for dessert. It was really good. Charlotte had a cookie and some grapes. I looked over at Willis Connor a few seats away. He had a whole bag of bulls' eyes. I wished I'd sat next to him. Lee Bell was trying to offer him some sausage roll for a bull's eye but he wouldn't do the swap. Charlotte offered him some cheese roll for a bull's eye and he said ok.
"Why won't you have some sausage?" said Lee Bell.
"I just don't like it," Willis replied.
"What about some ham, for a bull's eye?" asked Shelley.
"No thanks," said Willis.
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Genevieve
Historical FictionThis is the story of a six year old girl's evacuation to the countryside during WW2. It is written in the perspective of the girl.
