As I wandered home from school, my shoes clip-clopping against the cobbles, I pondered over what had happened at school. My best friend, Lucy, told me she was going to be evacuated to the country. I would miss her, but she promised to write as many times as she could. Oh well, I'll see her next year, I thought. Hopefully the war would have ended by then.
I pushed open the door to the house.
"Hello, Mother," I called into the kitchen where Mother was probably making tea.
"Hello, Samantha darling! How was school?"
"The usual. But Lucy is being evacuated to the country." I replied as I placed my bag in the hall, walking into the kitchen.
"Well, about that…Your father and I have decided it would be best if you were evacuated too."
"But, Mother!" I started to protest. I didn't want to go. I had to go to school! I had friends-here!
"You'll be going in two days," Mother insisted, as if I had never said anything. "You'll be going up to a town called Bebington, in the North West. You'll love it there."
I felt like crying. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay in London and go to school and have a normal life. All the war's fault.
Unfortunately, the day finally arrived. The train station was like the underground during rush hour. I squeezed my way through the crowds, seeing children as young as four being sent away to the country. The train was a snake on wheels, long and large. Smoke billowed out the top and evaporated into the cold December air. I pulled my coat tighter around me and turned to my dad.
"This is it." I said, trying to put on a brave face. "See you soon"
Mother hugged me. "Promise me you'll write every week?"
My heart was in my throat as I shoved my way towards the train. Putting my foot on the ledge, I turned to face the crowd. I spotted my parents and gave a tight smile. I stepped onto the train and walked in. People shuffled around, finding their seats and chatting to friends. I plonked myself down on a seat and stared out the window. My parents waved and I stood up to wave back. My head stuck out the open window, whipping my dark hair around my face like a windmill. Hundreds of choruses of "Goodbye!" filled the air. My arm felt as though it were being pulled from its socket. The train accelerated, and the train station vanished.
When I sat back down, there was a girl sitting across from me. She smiled.
"Hello. I'm Anna. You're being evacuated too, right?" She said.
She had long red hair which seemed to flow down her back like a wave, and inquisitive, gentle grey eyes.
"Yeah," I smiled. "I'm Samantha. Which town are you heading to?"
"Oh, I can't remember. Somewhere that starts with a 'B' I think."
"Me too! Bebington, if I remember correctly"
We started talking about a great manner of things, from books to bunnies, and what we wanted for Christmas. The countryside played out before our eyes. We saw sheep and cottages, cows and trees, and great big fields.
Finally, we arrived. I stood up and grabbed my small suitcase, ready to meet everyone. I clambered out of the train, and breathed in the fresh country air. A lady with a clipboard was waving her hands up in the air.
"All evacuees over here!"
Anna and I walked towards her.
"Oh, who are you?"
"I'm Samantha Thomson." I said
"And I'm Anna Shameman."
"Okay girls. Just wait here while we get everyone."
After everyone had assembled, we walked to many different houses.
"I hope whoever picks me is pleasant." Anna whispered
"Me too." I replied anxiously, fingers crossed.
Anna was taken in by an old lady called Mrs Berman. She waved good bye to me and we carried on. Miss Thibler selected me. She had hair as dark as night, and eyes that were so kind, I wondered how anyone would ever win an argument with her. The house was bright and homely, and Miss Thibler made me feel welcome.
"Here's your room, darling," She said kindly, and I was shown into a bedroom that had walls painted blue and white and green.
"I love it!" I squealed.
I jumped on the bed and laydown. Soon I was dreaming of the next day.
When I awoke, the sunlight was shining through the window; I opened my eyes and crawled out of bed.
"Are you awake Samantha?" Miss Thibler called.
"Yeah," I muttered, stumbling down the stairs.
"There's a letter here, from your parents."
I ran downstairs, two steps at a time, dashing for the letter.
"Here you go," Miss Thibler smiled.
I opened it. It read:
We hope you're alright and have settled in nicely. We will be sending your Christmas present along with the next letter.
Mother and Father