If you always try your best
then you’ll never have to wonder
about what you could have done
if you’d summoned all your thunder
And if your best
was not as good
as you hoped it would be
you still could say
” I gave today
all I had in me ”
WRITTEN BY MAICIE 6T
The train journey was long and tiring. I sat there weeping, wondering where I’m going to end up. I’ve just arrived at a place which looks so different from the dangerous, busy, loud and hazardous city I lived in. I’ve come here to be safe from the cruelty of the war, in which I stood waiting anxiously to be placed in a new home. I felt so vulnerable and alone before I was introduced to Mr Oakley. A towering beast who looked grumpy and whose voice was like thunder. The cottage was dull with not a lot of light. I sat there reluctant and apprehensive, I was struggling to take it all in, until I saw him pick up the poker. I was terrified he may be giving me a beating, just like my ma did to me all the time, but all he was doing was stoking the fire. Mr Tom showed me where I will be sleeping, but suddenly I spotted a bed and I remember my mother saying beds are for dead people. It is all very strange. I rubbed my eyes cautiously knowing I would have this room to myself, I was feeling so sick and panicky.
I was perched on the end of the wooden stool anxiously watching Mr Tom and his movements. He placed a plate down in front of me with food on, I had never seen this kind of food before. This food was different to the food my ma fed me back at home. It smelt delicious and it looked mouth-wateringly nice but then the worst happened and it got stuck in my throat. I felt myself begin to panic, I felt embarrassed and I was scared what Mr Tom was going to do. I heard my ma’s voice in my head, repeatedly telling me “you must be good”. There was a moment of silence, followed by Mr Tom making a joke and that made me realise Mr Tom is kind and caring. As time ticked on, I began to feel more relieved, relaxed and safe about my placing with Mr Tom. Maybe now this may start to feel like my new home?
By Harry 6T
Dear Dairy,
Today has been a day with lots of mixed feelings. I got evacuated. I had a few tears welling up in my eyes. That was only because I didn’t want to say goodbye to London. I hated my mother. She only liked me when I was good. She was so cruel. I have been evacuated to a town called Little Weirwold. I was evacuated on this metal thingy which the person next to me told me it was a train. Then when I arrived at the home where I would be staying the lady rang the doorbell. Then this tall gruff man was staring right down at me. I was a bit frightened really then the lady spoke to the man I think she said this is Willie he’s going to stay with you for a while or something like that.When I came in he took my coat and hung it on the coat stand thingy I don’t know its name.He is not the nicest person I’ve ever met but he’s ok. It’s a bit of a relief that I moved in with Mr Thomas Oakley. I thought I wouldn’t have someone to live with. I thought I wouldn’t have anybody and then end up in a children’s Home so I am very lucky really.
Mr Tom is a very kind man, nicer than my mother, I think she was very mean and did it her way all the time which isn’t fair. In Mr Tom’s house I got my own room which is nice, he had a dog called Sammy. I think he likes me. Mr Tom hasn’t hurt me once, which is good. His house is quite small but that doesn’t bother me. Anyway, I am just in bed. It isn’t that comfy but I’m ok with that as long as I have a bed I don’t mind. I bet some children don’t even have a bed to sleep on which is unfortunate. Now I am safe and sound in my new home but the question is will this be my home forever…
Willie
Dear Diary,
November 16 1939
I woke up at 6:07 in the morning. I was in a terrible shock this morning,
I never shivered that bad before. Twenty minutes after I got up WW2 had started. I accidentally wet myself cause of the sirens, I went pale and threw up on the brown wooden floor . So Mr Tom grabbed me and ran up stairs to the toilet then I threw up even more. Then when I calmed down, we both went sprinting down the stairs, and put black paper on the windows, so no one will bomb our house.
Later there were planes flying over us and it was the Germans, they were loaded with bombs. A couple of hours later we were listening to next door screaming crying then a massive bang came from next door and it wasn’t just one bang it was 3 bangs and 3 is plenty
BANG! BANG! BANG! It went. You can be very very lucky to be alive and this is definitely the worst day of my life. Even known that my Mum did hit me I still hope she is ok. My Dad passed away last year. Now there is WW 2 so my Mum could die now and I do not want that I would be gutted.
JOSHUA
| Dear Diary,
I can’t believe that I have left London, mother said it would be best if I went somewhere safe. It’s not that boring to be honest. Mister Tom, the man who is looking after me, is huge and towers over me. He is kinda nice, he showed me my room. Mother said only dead people sleep in beds but I managed a whole night in a bed. Yesterday, we went shopping. It was quite fun. I got a comic book and a strawberry lollipop, it was nice. In the evening he read me a book before I went to sleep. Mister Tom has a dog (Who is called Sammy, he is really cute). Mother told me to be a good boy for mister Tom, I think I am being quite good for Tom, well I think. I also went to a library, it was so peaceful. All the books are so different and educational. It’s always peaceful at Mister Toms’ house, he reads to me in bed. But when we go out, we have to carry gas masks which is annoying. But war was declared so we have to wear the gas masks or else. I have to help Tom its actually not that bad to be honest. Well life here isn’t bad, for now. Kadie-Leigh 6MP |
Thursday 13th September 1939
Dear Diary,
Last Thursday was the worst day ever. I found out that war has been declared and that I had to be evacuated. I was really scared, I thought to myself it could a really mean person or it could be a really nice person, well today you will find out…
When Tom (the man) was standing at the cottage door I was absolutely terrified. He looked as if he would batter me even if I was being good. I was also a bit embarrassed because I was the last evacuee off the train and also the last one to be chosen. But I followed him into the old cottage anyway.
When Mr Tom was stoking the fire with the poker I was petrified, why did he even have it anyway I thought. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t stop thinking about if he was going to hurt me if I was bad and the poker, was he going to slap me with it or not. I started panicking, I had too much in my mind…I fainted.
But in the end I found out actually he is a really nice person, and I am grateful to be with him and relieved I am not with my awful mother.
William Beech xx
Dear Diary, 13th september 1939
Today has been the worst day of my life. Neville Chamberlain has just declared world war 2 across the world moreover my mother has just told me i will have to be evacuated to the countryside. I’m so sad I will be leaving my mother. At least it’s for the best, London has become so toxic and dangerous for me to stay there. My mother sent me on this train thingi was so scared at first but when I got or I was terrified.
I was standing at my new carer’s massive door. Petrified, I nearly peed my pants(whilst waiting for him or her to answer the door.) Suddenly, I saw the door open. I started to panic until I saw the old, kind man standing there. He offered me to come in. I slowly started to walk into the fantastic, amazing house. I was so petrified my hair was sticking up.
He showed me to this majestic bedroom. I was confused at first until Mr Tom who was my carer told me this was my new room. I was so happy, and excited. Suddenly, I started to remember that my mother is probably going through hell but still I’m so excited about Mr Tom he seems so kind and helpful.
Me and Mr Tom went down stairs and sat next to the fire. I loved the boiling hot fire it’s so warm and it made me feel so calm until Mr Tom pulled out a razor sharp stick thing. I was so worried that he would hit me with it. I started to have dashavoo that my mother was hitting me. Suddenly I got so terrified and fainted. When I woke up i realised he didn’t hit me with it . i was surprised.
I started to trust Mr Tom and loved him he cared for me lots he is just like a father figure to me.I still worry about my mother though who wouldn’t. Lily-Ann 6T
Pitter pater
Pitter patter
Rain was echoing throughout the old caravan a reminder of my depressing life
Happy birthday
He says
Stands, make a wish
He says
This face
This life
Is this all I will ever be?
A freak
No one understands me
To every on I’m just…
A freak
If I had the chances I could do so much better
But I am stuck
With this job
Like the animals
We travel with.
I blow out the candle
Gone – like my life.
Is this all I will ever be?
A freak?
But for now the show must go on.
Pitter patter
As the rain bashed against the floor and it had been
A stormy night
He was carving a piece of wood that looked like a
Bird
His dad slowly comes in and says
Happy birthday he says
Make a wish he says
I have a lot of wishes to say
To look good
To not look like a freak
And get treated like a dog
But I am trapped in this life
Like an elephant we travel with.
I had sat down and closed my eyes
And blow the hot candles out
But as well I am more than a freak
But for now….. the show must go on.
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
Rain hammers the poor window pains,
Our old caravan being beaten by the wind,
A miserable reminder of my life.
Wind thrashed backwards and forwards like my head.
Happy birthday he says.
Make a wish he says.
If he could go deeper.
This job,
This life,
This this face.
A wasted talent,
Gone.
I want to be free,
I am more.
But my ways of life are trapped.
I’m like a lion trapped in a cage.
Is this my life?
I inhale,
Blew the candle out,
The flame gone – like my heart.
Is this it?
Really?
I am more,
Than a freak?
I have a life,
One day I will live.
I will be free.
One day.
But for now…The show must go on.