I was scared, worried and frightened.
Mother said that I’m going away from home to miss the bombs.
My dad had gone off to fight, so it was just me and her, but now only me.
I hopped on the train staring back at my mother for a few seconds. The doors started to close. I waved her goodbye. I looked at the platform - it seemed to be going backwards, and so did she.
I shed one last tear and then I looked away. I was petrified because I didn’t know how long the war was going to be.
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.