Life in ww2

Destruction

Dear dairy

It was the next day and half of the city was to its ashes .Looking out of the window I see mass destruction the corner shop ,my school gone just a pile of rubble on the ground waiting to be tided up. Still having flash backs from last night the sound that will not go reoccurring in my mind .I start to cry all other my clothers ,that are make do and mend .

My mum comes to cuddle me and says in her reasoning voce

"its ok ,its ok don't worry . it will be other soon ."

Sitting up right she says "how about you go see if we have any post."

I nod

Getting up, with my gas mask round my neck and open the wooden door. I step out .

Walking up the road I see half the people are gone I try to stay strong.Waiting at the the shop for my post I look and see that there is people so sad that I feel like crying myself .

Approaching the counter I say "hi." and she hands me the post with a big grin on her face ,which give me a smile inside .

Then I dash home ,clutching the letters in my hand as enter I glance at the letters and I see one that worries me I shout mum ....