The Middle of World War TwoI could fell he was not breathing, feel it. But some how, I knew he still had a chance. I was the middle of world war two. I looked out the smashed window to see buildings blowing up and people layung on the ground, DIEING. I looked up to a bomb flying down in the smashed window. I ducked fast, to cover the small boy laying next to me on the bed. I opened my eyes to see what the bomb had done to the room, boy and me. I knew I could feel pain, I just didn't cre. All I waned to do was make the boy safe again. I was anxious to scream, but the army would hear us and kill us. I looked down at my body lying over the boy as protection to his body. All I could see was burnt skin and sheets on fire. I had to do something Eeven if I had to risk getting killed for him. I could feel something move under me. The boy. I looked down to a face of confusion
"What are you doing?"he asked
I could see another bomb in the corner of my eye.
"GET DOWN"i DEMANDED
He lay flat on the bed, with me as protection. I opened my eyes again to find the boy still lying flat on the bed.
"Where are we, and where are my Mummy and daddy?"he asked
It bought back a lot of memories. I tried not to think about my parents lying perfectly still on the floor when the first bomb hit our home.
"We are in the middle of war timeÏ said
"Whats that?"He asked
"Where people...Ï had to stop to think"children leave their parents for a couple of days to practice for a purpose"I say
"Does that mean your parents are... dead- he asked quietly
"how did you know?"
"My parents kept telling me that this day would come, and they may not be here."
I hugged him lightly trying not to hurt hiom. I fought back the tears
"Well, may I ask your name and age?"I asked him
"My name is Dylan and I am seven years old.What about you?"
"My name is Louisa and i am thirteen years old."
We lay silently on the bed watching builquings blow up and bombs fly past, when we heard a woman scream.
"Stay lowÏ" say to Dylan.
"OK"
We crept to the smashed window and saw a young woman lying on thr ground twenty meters from the room. She had a burnt leg and two burnt arms.
"Stay right here. please"I tell Dylan
Dylan layed back down on the bed.
"THEY TOOK HIM"The woman sreamed.
"It's alright, calm down" She stoped moving on the ground to listen.
" It's alright" I say again to the woman.
I helped her into the room sand layed her on the bed.
"What's your name?"I asked the woman
"My name is Marie, I am twenty-seven years old this year."she said
"Well this is Dylan and I'm Louisa, Dylan is seven and I am thirteen."
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