“Christopher could you come into the kitchen please” my father demanded.
As I stepped into the kitchen I was greeted by two unwelcoming faces. As if I had committed a crime and they were ready to judge me.
“Christopher we have something we need to tell you” my mother said. She had said it calmly hoping not to alarm me. Was this new so ad, so upsetting. Maybe they were sending, me to boarding school, maybe some one had died in our family. I felt my hard starting to beat faster and faster, as if it were a beating drum
“Christopher you have to leave us” my father said he broke into tears at the same time but tried to suppress his emotions. I knew it they were sending me away. What had I done? Had I done
Something so bad that to warranted this.
“It won’t be safe for you anymore. With all these bombs being dropped we are sending you up to Yorkshire” they said quickly and sharply.
“55 leaving Yorkshire” this strange man shouted
It had all happened so fast. It had not all sunk in. When my mother and father told me was leaving I felt my heart breaking in two as it were a sheet of paper. Each time I heard the wheels turning it tore a hole in my heart. The train started to pick up speed. I gave one more wave goodbye to my parents not knowing if I would ever see them again. How long would I be way? Would I ever want to come back? Will my life be stable? So many questions but no answers.
I pulled up at a station called York. I heisted to step off the train and onto the platform, not sure what lay ahead for me. I took a breathe and had the courage to step of train. There were so may people which couple would I go spending maybe the rest of my life with. I scanned around looking every now and then a name similar to mine which caught my eye.’’ Christopher from Tyseley, Birmingham,’’ they were a nice looking old couple. The lady had grey g hair with a bandana tied around her hair. She looked rather healthy and had a pleasant smile. The old man had no hair at all and looked frail and had a face like a monkeys butt. I stood still and just watched them for a minute or two. I finally decided to go and introduced myself. I walked slowly and I caught the women’s eye. Just as I was about two meter from her and she wrapped her arms around me and gave out a scream she said you must be Christopher. The an old man looked me up and down and said ‘’ a nice young man who’s fit looks like all my jobs have been taken away’’ he smiled. I didn’t really know what he was on about but I had more important things on my mind
We arrived at this little cottage in the middle of nowhere. It was an old but presentable building. It was fairly small building, but it was made up by the large farm area. The old women escorted me into the house. This was my home for the foreseeable future.
