Me and my mother hurtled down the street, leaving the raging war in the distance. I could hear the sound of crackling explosions, screeching through the sky, as we continued to travel briskly across the cobbled pavements. The old oak tree which I attempted to climb as an infant, burst into flames in front of me, causing me to falter and almost fall flat on my face. The memory of my house burning down in the midst of an explosion, was engraved in my mind. We were not prepared as my father had not built the Anderson shelter, simply because he had been rushed off to fight on the front line, far quicker than most men. My only brother died when I was very little meaning only me and my mother remained at the house. It would be unladylike to build the Anderson shelter by ourselves so we were waiting for Mr. White from next door to help us; but now it was too late.

For obvious reasons, it was very unsafe for me and my mother to be running down a street in the middle of an enemy attack, however, we had no other choice. Our house had just been demolished and our means of survival were already very low. There was only one thing we could do: run to the airport. We happened to live in London meaning we were a target for enemy attacks, however, I loved living hear, as it meant we had lots of facilities and there were a few airports. At least we had an escape route.

I screeched with fear as I heard another loud bomb shatter the path behind us, no one would hear me though, as my voice was muffled by the heavy gas mask, digging into my rosy cheeks. However, I could see the dark, towering shape of the airport looming above us, and I was not inclined to cheat death. This was definitely not the time to stop running. As we finally reached the airport it was clear that a bomb has exploded nearby. There was very little remaining of the doors, which once represented the main entrance, so we easily made it into the main foyer. Without warning, we were dragged with sudden force by a man in uniform, into a dark room. Eventhough I had always been afraid of the dark, I was somehow reassured, and a feeling of comfort drifted around me. We were safe, well at least for now.

The early the next morning, when the enemy planes had passed, I woke up to see my mother across the room talking to a woman who appeared to be an air hostess. I took a deep yawn, before standing up and starting towards my mother and the woman. I had already walked at least 10 paces when I felt a cloud of doubt raining on me above my head. By the miserable look on my mother's face the news wouldn't be good. I decided I would allow my mother to talk to the women and leave the bad news for later. However, as I turned around to head back to my original spot, I felt myself trip over some old man's foot. Bracing for the impact of the arid, wooden floor, I almost didn't notice the sturdy arm of a boy wrap around my tiny waist, breaking my fall.

As the boy helped me to straighten up, I sighed with relief. He could see that I was still shaken up, so he grabbed my hand as if to steady me. I looked up at him, with my curious green eyes to see a boy with fair hair looking back at me. The boy also had green eyes, though his were of a zingy lime. He appeared to be about 14 (the same as me), however he was a lot taller than me and had a boxer like physique. He was in school uniform, however, I failed to see anyone else accompanying him.

"Do you make a habit of falling over" he sneered, giving me a dirty look. I was slightly embarrassed by his sarcastic comment, however, when I saw a look of genuine concern spread across his remarkably handsome face, I couldn't help but cheer up a little. And besides, he was right, I had always been clumsy ever since I learned to walk.

"I hate to admit it but, yes," I replied shyly, gripping his palm tighter for reassurance. "Thanks for saving me by the way," I continued politely. "If it wasn't for you I would be a crying mess on the floor"

To this he smiled, before slyly adding, "well, it isn't every day you see an adorable girl, flying through the air, you should more be careful, I could have mistaken you for an angel." At this we both blushed, I could feel the heat rising across my cheeks. "Anyway," he smiled, attempting to distract me from his previous remark. "What's your name?"

"Ummm…." I stuttered, "I'm Nellie… Nellie Roberts, What about you?"

"Ralph" he replied briefly, failing to tell me his last name. Ralph… what a lovely name I thought, it definitely suited him, there is no denying it. "So then Miss Nellie, what brings you here?" he continued.

"Oh you know, just taking a quick holiday," I giggled sarcastically, surprised by the puzzled look on his face, "well... last night my house was attacked so me and my mama ran hear to try and get shelter." I reassured him.

"Wait, so your telling me," he paused, "…that you ran down the middle of a street during an enemy attack, are you insane?" At this I nodded shamefully, as a tear caught my eye.

Talking to Ralph had almost made me forget the horrific events of yesterday evening. One minute I had been fast asleep, peacefully dreaming of a world where war didn't exist, and the next my entire life became a nightmare. My home where I had grown up, and all my most precious belongings were ripped away from me.

However, before I began to cry, the woman who was talking to my mother, came up behind me and placed her long, bony fingers around my arm. She looked me up and down with her beady, hazel eyes, and gave a long sigh of disapproval.

"Come with me," she tutted assertively, "we are putting you on the next flight out of here, so quit flirting and hurry up," a swarm of nervous butterflies twisted and darted around in my stomach, I had never left England before, and I could tell by the tone of her voice that it was their last option.

Before I could say goodbye to Ralph, she yanked me down the corridor, showing me to a small wash room, pointing for me to go in. "Get washed up and change into this dress your mother gave me," the air hostess clucked. Suddenly I realised I was only wearing a very small nightdress, my face turned scarlet. Its' once lacy hem was now tatty and ripped from running here, and its silky white skirt was black with dirt and soot. It's no wonder Ralph had looked at me so dirtily.

I happily washed and changed into the new outfit, consisting of a mint blue dress dotted with an occasional daisy, a pair of white sandals (not very practical, but all my mother had time to grab) and a baby pink cardigan. I peered at my reflection in the mirror, my wide emerald eyes stared back at me. My skin was of a ghostly white, yet was always balanced out by the pink hue which was scattered across my cheeks. My nose was dotted with gingery freckles, and my long, straight auburn hair draped neatly across my shoulders. Ever since I was born, people had told me I was beautiful and yet I was still not convinced. I don't think I will ever believe them.

Sighing, I sectioned of a small piece of hair and twisted it into a braid, before pinning it back and adding a droopy cream bow. I was unsure to why I was making so much effort, however, for some reason I was hoping to see the face of Ralph again, but this time I at least wanted to look presentable.

I took one last approving glance at myself, and then made my way out of the room, only to see the same woman from earlier standing with my mother. My heart started to race as I walked towards them, I could already anticipate what going to happen.

"Now then," the air hostess squawked, giving her second glance of disapproval. "despite, our extremely busy schedule," she added spitefully," you will be placed on the next flight out of the country… think of it as an emergency evacuation." I could tell by the shakiness in her irritating voice that her next sentence would not be pleasing. "however… you mother will be remaining here as she is not our priority at the current time.

At this my heart sank. It's true that I had known what she would tell me, yet having it articulated seemed soul destroying and almost inappropriate.

Nevertheless, I nodded solemnly, whist wrapping my arms around my mother, who was starting to cry.

"I'm gonna miss you, mama!" I exclaimed, gulping back my sadness. "please stay safe whilst I am away."

"Oh Nell… my baby Nellie!" She held me closer to conceal the fact the she was crying. "I know we will meet again; I can just tell." Finally, she kissed my forehead, as the air hostess separated us dragging me by the wrist, down a corridor which reeked of disinfectant.

"We are going to be late if you don't hurry!" she muttered under her breath. However, I barely heard her over the distracting clicking of her heels and the doubt consuming everything which made up my mind.

One thing I learnt from today is that I will have to be brave, yet it is hard to believe I will be able to overcome this horrendous fear of the future, engulfing the only spirit I have left. A crystal like tear fell from my heated face and dropped onto the marble floor behind me.

Like that tear I will have to leave my old life behind, I have no other choice.

I'm petrified of what will happen to me; but I have to stay strong.

What did you think? I'm currently learning about The LOTF at school and I found myself wondering what it would be like if there was a girl on the island. I recently read some other fanfictions about a similar idea but I wanted to create my own interpretation. I will be updating this either today or tomorrow with a second chapter, so please follow if you want to read what happens next! Thanks to those who left comments on my last story it really gave me the motivation to write this. Please PM me if you have any questions about this or any other of my stories! Comments and favourites are greatly appreciated.

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