Raid

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As I lay in bed that night I thought about what had happened and what the consequences were. Would there be another raid, would I be taken away from by family and, most importantly, would I survive?

When the morning came I voiced these questions to my mama and papa. Half way through my questions a loud siren went off. I went stiff and froze. This happened every time I heard a siren. I could hear people but was lost in memories, memories of by sister and the Doodlebug that killed her.

The feel of my papa lifting me up eventually brought me back to reality and outside, things were not looking good.

People were separated from their families, lost in the sea of frightened humans. Adults ran and children screamed; it was almost too much to bear. The only thing keeping me calm was the feel of Lawrence's lead in my hand.

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After hours of waiting the bombs stopped and we were free to go. But only after they told the children to pack their bags and meet at the train station in 1 hour.

We rushed home and I packed a large trunk. In it I put my entire book collection, all my clothes, Lawrence's things, wash things, and the tuck box my mum had prepared. Downstairs my mother was crying and I couldn't be of any comfort. It made me sad.

At the train station I said goodbye to my parents and silently prayed that I would see them again.

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