13 September 1939
Today was the worst day of my life,war has just been declared around the world. WERE ALL GONNA DIE! Ok, I’m over exaggerating but I have just got evacuated to the countryside and I’m quite nervous. Although I don’t get to see my mum which is good at the same time scary because I don’t know these people. The train took me to a little village, a knot inside my tummy was tightening, trying to kill me. My small intestine was skwishing making it hard for me to breathe. I was about to burst. The suspense made me sweat, I was dripping like a tap. The silence in the solemn train was deafening. But finally i was here…
A tall man with grey dust hair was standing in front of the cottage. He is the man who is taking care of me. I was very anxious and bewildered. I walked into this breezy room and a shiver went down my back. OMG, I had bacon for the first time it’s delicious. I can’t believe it.
I have my own room and a bed for the first time. I’m overwhelmed with excitement it’s so nice of him but I’m kinda scared because my mum always told me that a bed is for dead people which I believe.
It’s been a week now and i’m not dead and Tom my carer is really kind and sweet i would love to live here his the kindest person i have ever met.
bye Faith 6T