As the months passed, the bombings got more frequent, and now it was the middle of winter. I came home from school and I looked up to see Mr. Burke standing in the middle of the hallway.
"Evelyn, there's a shed outside, in it is a telephone. I want you to call your family." Mr. Burke told me. I dropped my school bag on the floor.
"What? But that's-" I began to say.
"Against the rules, I know. But they've most definitely heard about these bombings, you need to call them." He insisted. I nodded and headed to the backyard. I spotted the shed about 75 yards away from the house. I walked quickly inside and picked up the telephone that was sitting on a crowded table in the corner. My hands shook as I dialed my home phone number. It rang three times, building up the anticipation, before I heard my mother's familiar voice answer on the other end of the phone. My immediate reaction was to start tearing up.
"Mom, it's me." I finally said. I talked to my family for almost an hour, switching family members every few minutes. Then I heard the jets overhead and knew it was time to leave. "I have to go, I love you guys." I hung up the phone. I peeked out the shed and then started walking back. I heard the jet again, it was louder, and it sounded lower. I looked up just in time to see something drop from it. A bomb. And it landed right on the Burke's house. I screamed. Then it blew up. I was thrown back and that's the last thing I remember.
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The War
RomanceA girl goes to England as an exchange student during a war, but does not expect what happens next.
