( note: im going to warn you now that this story is probably not historically accurate so I apologize in advance for any mistakes)
The next day, after collecting the few possessions that had survived and spending the night in the London underground with a load of other refugees, we made our way to kings cross station, dressed in the best clothe we could find and a small bag with all three of us children's possessions in.
the station was crowded with dozens of other children, me, being 14, one of the oldest there. we said our goodbyes to mother and were bundled onto a train, I hurried Violet and Alfie to a spare table of four, we sat down and waited for the train to start.
just as the guard blew the whistle a figure hurried onto the train, a girl around my age with wild bright orange hair and a frenzy of freckles, she was small, almost unhealthily small, she glanced around and spotted our table "mind if I sit with you?" she said in a strong cockney accent "oh, yes of course" I said quietly in my noticeably more well spoken accent
the girl sat down next to Alfie "what's your name little chap?" Alfie looked at her shyly.
"oh that's Alfie, im afraid hes rather shy, and this is Violet" I said pointing to her "oh and im Eden"
"nice to meet ya, im Sophie , but most people just call me Soph "
I smiled at her "nice to meet you to Soph"
She beamed "you 'ave any idea where we're goin'?"
I shook my head "not a clue, I suppose we'll just have to wait and see"
