Hi I'm Feliz-Navidad and this is my first try at a C.S Lewis fic. Plz review.
Lyn Davidson looked through the glass window, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She had a dark and reasoning look on herface. The sky was dark and clouds hung low over London but despite the cool and quiet feel Lyn felt anything but peace, the raids were increasing every night. Lyn couldn't sleep; she had a feeling there would be an attack. A few rays of city light shown on the relatively empty room, a few chairs were shoved into corners and a cot with green sheets was still freshly made. Another cot sat lonely its green sheets gone and a yellowing mattress in its place. Lyn's roommate left two weeks ago, a family in the countryside had taken her in. In fact Lyn was one of the last ones left, the orphanage was still finding a place for her to go. Lyn dark wavy hair fell to her shoulder, she scratched her head eyes never leaving the window. Then the door creaked open. Lyra turned around and saw the old Matron. The Matron was like a mother to her and in times of doubt she was always a ray of light. The Matron cared for many children and each one was cared for. "Lyn dear," she said, " We've found you a home." Lyn felt a sigh of relief and yet a twinge of sadness at having to leave the matron. IN short she had become her mother. The Matron smiled "No more raids for you." Lyn grimaced and walked over to her cot reached under and pulled out a leather suitcase. The leather was worn and on the front there were two gold stamped letters. 'HP' Lyn never new what they stood for but she had the thing since she was 5. The old Matron still smiled down at her. "Best pack dear, the train leaves tomorrow." She said. Lyn gave the Matron a hug. "Thanks for everything. Specially the toast." Lyn, her voice tired but not unhappy. The Matron noticed the tiredness "Sleep dear the sirens are loud enough." Before she could leave though the same Sirens went off, they were indeed loud enough. The Matron looked up and Lyn looked at the window to see little dots coming closer.
"Run dear, run!" The Matron shouted. "but, you.." Lyn said half way down the stairs. "Dearie I'm 76 and your 13. You can run!" Lyn hesitantly ran down the stairs not wanting to leave the matron behind. "RUN!YOU FOOL!RUN!" the matron cried. Lyn then bolted at full speed down the stairs and through the door. Only to the bomb shelter blocked by a piece of fallen rubble. Lyn skidded to a halt thought of the only thing she could do run more. 'Damn Germans' the streets were abandoned and there was nowhere to go. The planes were now larger dots in the sky. Desperately Lyn ran around the street. An explosion came from behind knocking her down, the orphanage blew to smithereens. Lyn froze as she shakily stood up; her home for 14 years just blew up. A few pieces of glass left a few cuts but she didn't take notice of them. 'Someone Help Me!' she cried in her head. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Lyn whirled around to see a 15 year old shoving a black-headed boy into a shelter. Looking at her as if she were mad. "The orphanage shelters blocked!" She yelled back. "Well get in here!" he yelled another bomb went off and she fell again leaping up she ran for dear life as the dots had become full size Nazi planes.
I promise this story will get happier. It's a suitcase not a trunk for those wondering.