Sitting on the train: was this the beginning of a big adventure or a treacherous time away from home?
I stared from inside of the train window, I couldn't see much because the window was all muffled up. The platform was still there but It seemed to be going backwards.I was off. Abandoned? Homeless? Being sent to the middle of nowhere!
Goodness knows what will happen to me?
The gruesome smell of smoky cigarets was evident:the darkness and sorrow on everyone's faces; the repetitive sound of clunking and crashing from the amount of carriages - however I tried to remain calm."The war will be over soon," were the echoes of my mother's voice that I heard in my mind.
Then suddenly I thought of my house, my parents all getting bombed and gone forever. Then I felt a tear drip down my face...
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.