Put On a Brave Face

August 16, 2011
By Emmyluwho BRONZE, Mckinney, Texas
Emmyluwho BRONZE, Mckinney, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." - Groucho Marx

There were people everywhere in the train station. And faces. Some smiling, some crying, some it was terribly hard to know what they were doing. I just held tight to my mother’s hand as she led me to my school group. I saw my friends and waved merrily to them.
Mother lowered herself eye-level with me and straightened the collar of my blouse. “Now, Katherine, you’re going to go away for a little while.” She told me slowly and carefully, as if explaining the death of a beloved pet. I couldn’t quite understand. I had heard talk, of course, of air-raids and bombs and horrible things like that. But that wasn’t the cause of all this commotion- was it? I became a little frightened and frowned.
“I want you to write to mummy as much as possible, can you do that dear?” I nodded, but the fright lingered. Mother gripped my shoulders tightly. “Put on a brave face for your country and I, alright?” I made the bravest face possible. “Yes, I can. When will I see you again?” My mother suddenly looked very old and tired. “I don’t know, dear, but I promise we will keep in touch.” We had only a moment to embrace before I was herded into my group of schoolmates and all of us climbed aboard the train. I found a comfortable seat, and listened to the chatter of adventure. “We are going to the countryside!” A boy told me. “Didn’t you know?” I shook my head. “We are going away on an adventure!” Adventure? Thinking of it like that made me feel better. This was all an adventure to the countryside. We would spend many evenings playing and running and laughing. We would eat cakes and drink tea and when it was all over, I would go back to Mother and Father.
The train ride was unbearably long. Countryside sped past the window as if on wheels, making me dizzy and anxious. When we at last came to the station, they lined us all up against the wall. What were they doing? And then they were giving us away. Strangers came at us, looking us over like cattle for sale, and saying: “This one.” and “That one.” They were giving us away. That’s what they were doing- handing us out like free candy.
I breathed a sigh of relief when a woman with a kindly face came up to me. She smelled of cinnamon and fresh earth. “Now, we’re going to go home now.” She told me calmly and I felt calm, too. “We are not rich, dear, but we are comfortable.” This was all she needed to tell me. I took her hand.

The author's comments:
During World War 2, the people of England feared bombings and, to protect them from air-raids, evacuated there children in the hope they would be safe with their 'host families' elsewhere. Most where sent to Devon, Cornwall, and Wales. Others- the United States.

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on Aug. 25 2011 at 8:14 pm
Emmyluwho BRONZE, Mckinney, Texas
3 articles 0 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." - Groucho Marx

Thanks for commenting!It was in two paragraphs when I originally wrote it, but I didn't when I put it one here.

on Aug. 22 2011 at 6:49 pm
CarrieAnn13 GOLD, Goodsoil, Other
12 articles 10 photos 1648 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." --Douglas Adams

"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane." --Marcus Aurelius

Excellent work!  This is a great piece of historical fiction.  My only criticism is that when someone new speaks, the dialogue should go on a new line.  This also could have been easier to read if you split it up into paragraphs.


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