We've been through the war together

Chapter 1

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Ok so I am straying from my other two book just because I feel like it and I decided that I will make a new book (that I wrote on paper years back) because, I feel like it, I’m still working on my other books but I would also like to work on this :) I also thought that it would be a nice tribute for November because if you didn't know Canadians hold Remembrance day on the the 11th day of the 11th month as tribute to those who died in war so yeah it would be nice to publish this book on here this month, happy readings :) 

She stood, her dark brown curly hair gently blowing in the wind, her pale skin sometimes made her look ghostly like the soft snow falling around her, her silver eyes showed the pain her life had given her, her deep grey trench coat clung nicely to her sides. Her cheeks were flushed pink the cold air flowing around her, she was rather tall her black shoes done up around her legs with a faded black bow at the top. She stood there with small tear stuck in the process of snaking down her cheek bone like a crystal had attached itself to her beautiful face, this is how I saw Elizabeth Jones standing there, I missed her since the last time we had met for christmas last year, 365 days was a very long time to wait. We were old friends, we both shared joys and grief with each other in our pasts. Elizabeth was once a small school girl who spent her lunch break in the library until she was dragged out by me to look at snails and other insects moving through the grass. Now she was tall and beautiful, she had always been there for me but now she ran up to me her curly brown hair smudging through the breeze her 1940s style coat trailing behind her as she neared I realized just how long 365 days actually was suddenly feeling her long arms wrap around me her head over my shoulder and her chest flattened against mine, she use to hug me when we were younger but usually when her silver eyes were filled with pain, today they were filled with joy, I thought I had my fair share of pain until I met her, she had gone through so much more than I could ever imagine she always seemed to brighten the lives of everyone around her though she “was much better with talking to adults than talking with people her own age” though she was very good talking with me even if I was very much the same I sub-consciously put my hand behind her head feeling her wiry hair against my hand, I always loved that feeling of touching Elizabeth’s hair it was comforting to the both of us I looked down and she was quietly crying into my green jacket pressing on my back was a blue book with yellowing pages taped together but still falling apart, I knew exactly what it was, Elizabeth never let it go it was her diary pages I dare not look at because half of them involved me knew I would never be able to read it but still alway imagined what she had to say about me, did she like me, did she love me, I would never know every page told a chapter of her life’s story

I missed this girl so much it was almost heart breaking to release her from our hug though we had been hugging for over 5 minutes her tight grip relaxed even though we never wanted to let each other go she looked up at me “365 days is too long James” she said her face welling up with tears “I know I will never leave you that long again” I said meaning every word of it “no you wont and to confirm that I am taking you to my mama and papa” she said walking me to her house, her real mama and papa were dead they had died a few years back in an air raid the pain that caused Elizabeth was almost unbearable we grew up in norther Sweden together but both our families moved to England only a few years before world war 2 started, I never had to fight because I had a swedish nationality and Sweden was neutral in the war.

Elizabeth worked her way towards her street when I suddenly stopped her “Elizabeth wait listen” I said quickly we both stopped there was an eerie wiring sound in the background that was getting louder and louder suddenly she whispered “James come on they are air raid sirens” suddenly I felt her hand around mine and before I knew it we I was being yanked down some stairs into the street’s air raid shelter we sat down on a bench underground in the shelter as more and more people ran in and hid I looked over to see that not only was Elizabeth shivering but she also jumped every time a bomb hit the ground I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight to me her brown hair pressed between her chest and mine I looked around there was families, children huddled up together older people and many more people all shivering from the cold and the eerie thought that bombs were going off in the background.

When the all clear sounded the shelter had already became very hot and very stuffy but the whole time Elizabeth clung to me as though something terrible would happen if she let go. It took a bit of coaxing to get her out of the shelter bad memories seemed to show through her silver eyes as I pulled her up the stairs and walked her to her house, when she was sure her street was safe and sound we walked to my street. 

I looked down my street and suddenly my mouth fell open my hands fell over my face and my knees dropped to the ground, smoke from the bomb made us cough but it had begun to clear out my whole street had been reduced to rubble. I ran to my house that had been bombed and suddenly the worst of images scared my mind from this day forward I looked to see a two man cleanup crew holding my mother’s bloodied body her blonde hair had been singed by the fire and her face was blackened from its pale colour with smoke and charred ash from the things that had burned around her “do you know her?” one of the men holding her body said to me “She was my mother” I said choking on my words as I turned to see the same cruel death had come to my father his hair was normally almost white but it was actually just very light blonde had been reduced to a blackened charred burnt mess from fire. I felt Elizabeth’s arms wrap around my sides as tears escaped my eyes I watched as the remains of my mother was placed by those of my father’s and I couldn't help it but I felt empty inside Elizabeth turned me around and resumed hugging me, swaying me back and forth like my mother once did “come on you may live at my house with my mama and my papa” she said but I was having trouble coping “James come on it is getting dark and you have sat here next to your mama and papa for hours now” she said sitting beside me “they must remove the bodies so they can be buried and you must leave you are freezing” she cried trying to get me up, this time it worked and she held my hand as she took me to my new home.