The Worst Week Of My Life - Original Writing

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The Worst Week Of My Life - Original Writing

Help! I whimpered as the wailing siren pierced my ears. "Come on!

Hurry up!" My Sister, Anna whispered to me desperately, while

scampering into our small, cramped AndersonShelter. What was I going

to do… or even worse, what was Granny Elma going to do? She was deaf!

I reluctantly tiptoed through our long, wet garden with bare feet and

finally managed to feel my way through and step in just in time. My

teddy Rupert! Mum, did you bring Rupert with you? I enquired

frantically. Mum, MUM, WHERE ARE YOU? My body felt like it had been

wrapped in a cold blanket of ice. My heart missed a beat and began

drilling through my ribs. A tight knot had formed in my throat. "She's

just blowing out the candles, remember?" Anna reminded me. PHEWW! I

wiped the access sweat of my brow in relief. One small candle was

still shining brightly in our living room. AHH! I screamed. The smell

of smoke crept into my nostrils. What the… "We've been bombed," sobbed

Anna in agony. "She's dead." Dead? I gasped. But she can't be, Mum was

only thirty - granny said you couldn't die at that age. I guess she

lied.

The train gave a sudden jolt. Where am I? I asked myself feeling

rather confused. "Yer told me yer were on yer way to yer billet." The

girl sitting directly opposite me replied. "I'm off to see my Granny."

She announced, trying to make an interesting conversation. I wish I

could see mine but she's probably dead by now. I revealed in sheer

pain. "Nowt to worry about," she reassured. "And how would you know?"

I retorted. Her eyes started to water. Wwhatt hhave I ddonne? I

stammered in anxiety. A tear the size ...

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...o his chest.

Daniel quickly phoned the police from Wiltshire Children's Hospital

and they caught the culprits in the act. The court judge has sentenced

them to life imprisonment. That's all for tonight, thank you for

listening to the LondonNews. Goodbye.

We all cheered and gave each other a huge hug. Now you're safe! cried

Mrs Trout. "Do you know that you can stay with us for ever?" She

continued. I would love too! I replied contently. "This deserves a

celebration!" exclaimed Anna. She rushed into the kitchen and was back

in a few minutes. "Anyone for a slice of toast?" She started. You bet!

I replied, and with that, I picked up a slice, remembering everyone in

the City who was constantly being bombed; all the people children who

were less fortunate than me and how that was the worst and the best

week of my life.

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