Dear Tommy,
I hope you are reading this soon but war might be out. I'm so bored. I miss you. So much. So much. I hope war dosent break out. My mum said might. I'm about to get served by the cashier so I guess I should say goodbye now... oh well.... Talk soon?
Tubbo
Tubbo wrote his letter, scribbling through pages and pages of his note book figuring out what to put. A crackling noise came from the radio,
'Citizens of Great Britain,be careful as their can be air raids anytime. Always take a gas mask and carry your first aid kits with you. Tha-'
The message got cut off. Never to be heard again. Walking to the shop whispering was running through out the town, rumours and secretes about why. Why was there war? When would it end? Could we travel? Would we be able to go out as often? Would we... Tubbo got pushed out of his thoughts
'Next.' The gloomy cashier said, 'What do you want?'
'Could I have some bread please?"
"Fine. That's 11 pence"
"Ok nevermind then"
Tubbo walked out the shop. Kicking stones. Cars passing by.Keeping his head down Tubbo walked.
"HEY WATCH IT!"
"Sorry...er.." he lifted his head up "Sir..."
Tubbo ran of he didn't want to be smacked by the man. After a while he stopped. A loud noise. Sounded almost like a firetruck. Why would there be a firetruck? He decided to follow it. He walked and walked. But then a bang and another bang. He looked up. Planes. Places for what? They looked different to regular British planes. They were German planes.....
