We've been through the war together

Chapter 2

A/N 

Hello I am writing another chapter, honestly I never ever thought that this story would get 4 views and my other story, (I love that Nerd) would get 10 views that may seem like a tiny goal but it is a major acomplishment for me as I now know 10 random people actully looked at what I am writing so yeah please like, maybe follow please comment, I would like to know what people think about my writing, so yeah love you all hope you had a great halloween (it was 2 days ago :P) and if you like doctor who what do you think about the first half of the season's end (I thought it came to an end all too soon me and my fellow group of whovians at my school were almost in tears talking about it), I will write a longer chapter, soon hope you like the book so far, happy readings 

Elizabeth’s POV

“Who is this and why is he in my house” my Mama bellowed tossing various cooking utensils about while she poured some soup into bowls “Mama calm down he is my friend he is staying with us” I explained “We don't have enough food to feed our own mouths so why do you think we would have enough for him” she yelled “because I just saw his parents laying dead on the street because his house just got bombed” I said trying to hide the painful thought of how many people I have seen dead from the bombs. Mama paused at this thought knowing how much the thought of air raids traumatized me “fine, he can stay” she grunted “thank you mama” I said. 

“But you have to talk it over with papa” she warned sitting us down and feeding us the soup. When we finished I opened the doors of the garage.

“Hello papa” I said nervously 

“What do you want” was his answer he let me know he wasn't in the mood by letting out a loud snort after her finished talking. 

“Papa my friend James well after the air raid we found that his father and mother…”  I started to say but suddenly got cut off

“Were killed by the bombs and now he wants to stay with us, no” he yelled slamming his hand down on the bench causing a loud bang 

“Papa please he had no where to go” I cried. 

“And we have no food to eat” he retorted with a grunt. 

“If you had a heart you would let him stay but you don’t, you would let him die out in the cold, your almost as bad as the man who started this bloody war” I yelled causing him to take a step back. 

“And who is he to you” he muttered 

“He isn't just some boy I just met, I have known him since the day I first walked into class and he has been my friend ever since!” I snorted expecting a grunt or a snort or a retort 

“Fine he can stay but if he stays he will work” he said 

“Thank you sir what can I do then to help” James said politely 

“Leave me to cope” Papa grunted kicking his desk 

“Thank you papa” I said 

“You to go and leave me alone” papa said snorting loudly 

I skipped out of the garage and back to mama who was cleaning the bowls of soup. “Mama he can stay, papa said so he can stay” I said jumping about “Well if he can stay you will show him to his room” mama said pointing upstairs. 

I grabbed James and pointed out each squeaky step incase he ever wanted to sneak down the stairs. The house was very shabby but it was the best the aid services could do when I refused to go to Canada or at least to a better less war torn country than England. I told them that if I survived the Blitz then I would live the rest of the war, of course if poverty didn't kill me first. 

I pointed out the moss and vine climbing down the dingy white wall brown much was sprayed over the bottom of the wall, I didn't dare ask what that was James was smart enough to ignore that question as well. My door was at the end of the hallway it was a dingy red colour and the wall around it was painted to look like bricks in the middle of the door there was a small rectangle cut out that served as a mailbox I had painted it myself when papa handed me a few cans of paint to paint my room. I opened the door to my room each wall had something different on it but my favourite was the wall painted black with the solar system and stars painted onto it I had used a paint with phosphorus in it so it glowed in the dark and caused the room to glow  at night. There was one wall painted like the forest with trees stretching up around us, one wall was painted with a large Union Jack painted onto it  and one with ice and snow in the side with the union jack the room had a wall that went inwards that is where my bed sat and under it I pulled out a mattress “this is your bed” I said covering it with newspaper he stared “It makes the mattress last longer” I explained pulling a sheet over it and tossing a pillow off my bed, he sat down on it with a very large crunch and instantly fell asleep with me watching him drift off into a land much more peaceful than our own.