Trust in me

Chap 2

At school everyone called me Liz.You only go to school for a year untill your 6.So i got marrid a couple of times to this boy called lockie he had blonde hair and beatiful blue eyes. Unlike me i have horrid hazel eyes and I have brown hair that looks like rat tails and i usely tie it up in a ponytail. I've given up on boys now they're just imature and untrustworthy. Also they've given up on me!

There are only about five of us girls in the slag. But i'm the oldest so well i just hang around on my own. not that i have long on my own seeing as my job takes up most of my time. I work in the factory and it's so boring. All i do is sweep up for 8 hours a day with a 15 minuet break in the middle. This as you can probably guess leaves me with awful back ach. but still moneys tight and it has been since the war started.

It started ages ago. Before i was born. i don't know why it started but i've never left the slag and probabaly never will. Some of the boys leave. They go fight but no one ever returned. I lost my dad when i was four so i can only just remember him. They were short of men so my dad had to go. once when a bunch of boys were leaving i peeked out the gates. i couldn't see far but what i could see was grey and dark and mud. it was horrid.

But it didn't stop me dreaming about escapeing the slag. The most beatiful thing i have ever seen was this candle but the fire on it was blue. The people said it was sent from the devil. But it was too pritty to be from the devil.

i never believed in heaven and hell I think when your dead your alone locked away in darkness. But you arn't fully awake. Maybe when your dead you come back in another form. Like in those story's I like the storys apaently there were once things called flowers and butterfly's. When I asked she said they could fly. I asked why would they want to fly but I can't remember her answer. Surely if you went up enough you would bang your head!!

Growing up I had been quite different you could say. I liked to day dream and that was what I spent most of my like doing. Not a good thing. I have to start telling you my story somewhere so I'm going to start with my mums funeral.

"My mum was a brave women she stood up for what she believed in. She believed we could all have a dream something we want to do with our lives. She was the strongest person I knew and the only one who ever care for me. I will miss her and I'm sure we all will!" I sat back dome on the dust floor. My eye lids shaking I was going to cry. Don't cry I begged myself. Stay strong like she did!

I saw them pour dirt other her coffin. I stood up and walked out of the church. I ran home to see so

Some sitting on my doorstep.

"Oy what do you want!?!" I shouted at the guy.

"Babe we need to talk!" it was lockie.

"What?" I spat at him.

"they left the door open let's run away together. I be got some supply's and there's lathing left for us here!" I felt shiver off excitement go through my spine.

"You want to run away with me!?" I asked. He followed me inside.

"Er yer that's kinda why I'm asking!" he looked at me funny. I grabbed a load of food water and clothes. I went over to my mums side of the hut. I took her silk dress. The one she wore on the day she was killed. I ran out the house.

2minuets later we were at the gate.

"Ready?" he asked me. I blinked away a tear.

"Ready!" I said proud of my strong voice.

We sneaked out through the gate. I saw a dirt track . I followed it.

Heya thanks again for reading :)