Hi, my name is Charlotte and I am 12 years old, I have two little sisters (sigh) lily and Sophia aged 7. They are twins, lily is 10 minutes older but they are totally different.
Lily is bold and loud. ( no wonder I think of her as a pest). People recon because she was born first, plus she talks so much Sophia cant get a word in edgeways. She has brown curly hair that she always puts in bunches, and has a little pixie face. She looks like a little angel but she is actually a little devil.
Sophia is shy and quiet, the sort that whenever mother meets someone in the street they say hello to Sophia but she hides behind mother all scared and frightened. She doesn’t mean to be rude it’s just she is always so frightened. She also has curly brown hair but she puts it in high bunches, she has a little pixie face too.
I live in the centre of London which due to world war II is being bombed. I live in a small house number 24 Lakeland street with my mother- Suzie, father-Michael, and my two younger sisters. I share a room with lily and Sophia and it is torture. I really hope we move house soon.
Our house is in a huge row of identical houses. It has three floors including the attic, I really wanted the attic room because I thought it would be lovely and cosy but it isn’t a bit what I expected. The floor boards are very week so whenever I go up there I have to be as quite as a mouse. Talking about mice there are a number of them up there and I hate the feel of them scuttling across my feet.
My room is medium size but because I share with my sisters it is a real squash, there can only ever be two of us in the room at the same time so whenever my friends come over we have to go out which I think is really unfair. Bedtime is a real struggle too! They go to bed at eight and my bed time is nine, when I go up, they usually take up most of the bed so I have to push and shove without waking them up which as you can imagine is impossible.
The bombing is terrible. Whenever it hit’s the ground the whole earths shakes and shudders like a mini earthquake. I hate the sound of the warning drill. The continuous noise of it like a never ending song. It makes my skin crawl. And then suddenly you hear the low rumble of the planes over head. I get so scared in case one of them is going to come crashing down right on top of me or even worse one of the bombs directly hitting my house.
Most nights we have to run outside very early in the morning or deep in the night, its horrible going out into my pitch black garden having to run into our Anderson shelter. The Anderson shelter is disgusting! Its always really cold and damp and wet like our very own storm inside. Mother tried to make as homely as she could but its still horrible.
Mother, father and I have to sit on this big chair right in the corner of the Anderson shelter, witch is always caked in mud but it is surprisingly cosy with mother and fathers bodies snuggled beside me for extra heat, but sometimes it does get quite cramped for space. I cant stretch my arms out or put my legs up on the coach, I never do anyway because I’m always so rigid with fear. Sophie and lily have the liberty a proper beds, but they are very narrow beds and I think they would rather be snuggled in with mother and father.
All my friends are being evacuated to the countryside. Louis said she is going very soon. I really don’t want her to go because then I wont have anyone to play with.
Mother said we are to be evacuated too. I really don’t want to be evacuated because I love my house, its so cosy, and I don’t want to be parted from mother. I’ve already been parted from father and that was the most dreadful day of my life.
I go to lake field primary, and at the moment we have been talking about the war. One day the teacher started talking about the RAF (royal air force) she was saying how our fathers will be going to war. I don’t think she was meant to be talking about this to us, I didn’t know what it was but I soon found out.
