Saturday, 3 December 2016

chapter 2

CARRIES'S WAR
Mighty have warned me then mightn't you miss fazackerly said. Not unkindly she was one of the kindest teachers in the school but carrie wanted to cry suddenly. If she had been nick she would have cried or at least put on a hurt face. Being carrie she started crossly out of the carriage window at the big mountain on the fair side of the valley. It was brown and purple on the top and green lower down; streaked with silver trickles of water and dotted withe sheep.
Sheep and mountains. Oh! it'll be such fun their mother had said when she kissed them good-bye at the station. Living in the country instead of the stuffy old city. You'll love it you see if you don't as if hitler had arranged this old war for their benefit just so that carrie and nick could be sent away in a train with gas masks slung over their shoulders and their names on cards round their necks. Labelled like parcels caroline wendy willow and nicholas peter willow only with no address to be sent to. None of them not even the teacher knew where they were going. 

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