Diary Of A Lost Evacuee
Diary of A lost Evacuee, As the days go on the more you will learn, Is life Really as Bad as 14 year old Aerie Myres Makes it out to be? And is falling inlove an option?
Dear Diary,
First day of leaving my parents. I'm Alone. A only child. I can handel it alone, I'm 14. I understand why my mother sent me away, to be safe from the bombs, But I can never forgive her as I would rather live on a bomb site with my life at threat with my mother there beside me than to be lonley and brought up by a bunch of strangers who will judge me on my apperance and hit you every time you make a mistake. I have not witnessed any of this yet but rumers spread fast. My vains fulling with trepidation (fear) as I Prey for this rumer to be a lie.
I was on my own when I first got on the train. Not anymore, As the more evacuees piled on I am left with more strangers, half crying. I don't blame them. We are all in the situation together like it or not, all moved away from our familys knowing our familys could die any second. I Told myself never to cry if it is the last thing I do, Because why cry when it does not get you anywhere, I mean if it did I would still me in my mothers tender arms, gentle and soft. Her curly, Long, Hazel hair would be around me without question, And her hazel eyes would be glaring at me with sympathy as I would hug her with all my Love. I miss her.
Consider me lucky, I don't have to take care of no brothers or sisters. But if I am lucky, then our world is stuck in ever lasting Depression. Don't talk to nobody. My mind keeps telling me. My Silence is another word for my pain, Nobody needed to know me. I would be leaving them soon so no point in making friends. Although My emotions never showed I am Pretty sure These will be the hardest years of my entire life. I miss My mother, Is that childish to say?
Aerie x
First day of leaving my parents. I'm Alone. A only child. I can handel it alone, I'm 14. I understand why my mother sent me away, to be safe from the bombs, But I can never forgive her as I would rather live on a bomb site with my life at threat with my mother there beside me than to be lonley and brought up by a bunch of strangers who will judge me on my apperance and hit you every time you make a mistake. I have not witnessed any of this yet but rumers spread fast. My vains fulling with trepidation (fear) as I Prey for this rumer to be a lie.
I was on my own when I first got on the train. Not anymore, As the more evacuees piled on I am left with more strangers, half crying. I don't blame them. We are all in the situation together like it or not, all moved away from our familys knowing our familys could die any second. I Told myself never to cry if it is the last thing I do, Because why cry when it does not get you anywhere, I mean if it did I would still me in my mothers tender arms, gentle and soft. Her curly, Long, Hazel hair would be around me without question, And her hazel eyes would be glaring at me with sympathy as I would hug her with all my Love. I miss her.
Consider me lucky, I don't have to take care of no brothers or sisters. But if I am lucky, then our world is stuck in ever lasting Depression. Don't talk to nobody. My mind keeps telling me. My Silence is another word for my pain, Nobody needed to know me. I would be leaving them soon so no point in making friends. Although My emotions never showed I am Pretty sure These will be the hardest years of my entire life. I miss My mother, Is that childish to say?
Aerie x
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