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CHAPTER 1

Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner

In a time not long ago, planes infiltrated enemy sky dropping bombs that exploded on streets and cities, igniting flames and causing screams to rise up from below. It was terror. Thousands of children lost their parents and thousands of wives lost their husbands. The fear of always wondering if you still have a home after another night of the Blitz, or possessions that you can still claim as yours and not the rubble of a place you once lived happily in. World War II had been on every persons mind since the day the Germans stepped into Poland. Like the Great War, men, women and children were going to perish because of one mans selfish greed and desire for power. It was because of him that 6 million Jews were murdered and that women were more degraded from society than they already were. But this story is not about him, or what he made them do, but where he made them go.

You see, a few days before troops were sent to the front line, masses of children and pregnant women where evacuated from the cities and towns of which were a main target for enemy attack, this included a few children who are to do with this story.

Isabella was sitting miserably waiting for her train with no one but her little brother, Archie, who was swinging on her arm playfully.

At an early age, they were abandoned by their mother and with no one but their father to look after them they sought out each others company. Mr. Smithers had left the station quietly but mournfully. He loved his little ones so very much and couldn't bare to watch them leave. Placing a soft kiss on their heads and drifted away to drown his sorrows with the drink that he knew would never leave him.

Hidden from the siblings' view and across the platform was another boy who was being frantically smothered with sloppy-lipstick kisses by his Aunt and mother, his name was William. He gripped his suitcase tightly in one hand; using all his restraint not to cry. Before his father walked out the door to fight he said to William-

"A man who cannot take care of himself as a child cannot expect to take care of himself in the future. The choice is yours to decide whether you're going to live your life to the fullest or spend it playing in the front garden every day" He said that last line with a smile. The last thing William said to his father before he left, and sadly before he died was,

"I'm not a child anymore." He kissed his father and hugged him tightly and confided in himself to stay strong for his family.

I'm not going to go into too much detail on what the three looked like but here is a brief description.

Archie had proudly turned seven not a few weeks ago and had grown, nice shoulder length of light brown wavy hair. He was plumper and smaller than most of his age but he had a large heart and clever mind. He loved nothing more than to run around exploring.

Isabella was fifteen but always felt the need to mention that her sixteenth was just a mere month away. Her wavy blonde hair came down to the waist and her fringe always fell over eyes every time she read a book. Many a boy or a nosy neighbour said she was something of a rare gem; a beauty that pops up every once in a while. Out of modesty she declined the compliments as she blushed tirelessly whenever a stranger stared at her face.

William was just a few months older than Isabella but they do not share the same interests. William was always looking for a good brawl and preferred the woods than a library whereas she was forever comfortable with a good book and a warm, cosy fire. William's short red hair did not fail to draw attention to himself, however much he hated it. He was muscular but had a thin, freckly face. He was taller than most and always used this to his best advantage.

It was not very long until a loud, high pitched whistle blew and a large bustle advanced to the edge of the platform and the advancing steam train.

Stations and scenery flew by as all the eyes of the kids stayed transfixed at one spot as they tried to keep the image of their parents' faces in their minds.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. Not one of the children spoke aloud, they just secluded themselves in their own little world. A scarce meal of an apple and juice were served in the late afternoon, by about three, Isabel new this by the watch her father gave her that was strapped to her wrist, the train started to stop at various stations and the majority of children were let off to find new homes.

Only a handful of kids were left at the last stop, including William, Isabel and Archie. Everyone stayed silent as couples and singles came, inspected and left. After another ten minutes of being thoroughly eyed and gaped at, only five remained. The trio I have mentioned and I short, plum early-teens girl and a boy with terribly greasy hair and a constant trail of snot trailing down his nose. Without a second delay they all sat down once the doors to the station had been closed, signalling the end of the reaping. None of the leftovers knew what was going to happen but they were too tired and their legs hurt too much to care at that moment. Unfortunately just before a lanky woman was going to hand out cold lemonade a fat jolly man in jean overalls and big black muddy boots runs into the room breathless. He exchanged a few frantic and apologetic words to the same woman with the drinks before she turned to us, "How lucky," she began in an overly relieved tone, "that this man is willing to take you all!" she patted his back thankfully and ordered the children to collect their things and to put their coats on. "This is Mr. Jones and him and his wife work on the farm not far away from here." she rushes to open the door and hurries them all out. "I'm sure you'll have a happy stay and there is a post office just across the road from here." there were no goodbyes as she slammed the doors on the group. For the first time, Mr. Jones spoke directly to the children, who were now shaking from the cold and wanted nothing better than to be wrapped up in their beds with a nice warm hot-chocolate, "I know this may be scary," his tone was thick and accent welsh, "But me and my wife, Marguerite, will take good care o'ya." He beckoned us to follow him onto a horse-drawn carriage where the five youngster bunched inside. With Mr. Jones at the front, guiding the horse down the dirt pathway, Isabel looked up at the sky and admired the stars that could not be seen from the city and thought, "How wonderful it is to have a peaceful night for once."

Before long they all saw the large three-story farm house with bright lights coming from the windows. William started to imagine the warmth that he will be in very soon and smiled as he could picture his teeth not chattering as he was given cosy slippers and blankets.

The house was brick and was surrounded by a lush green field and a thick forest that went on for more than the eye could see. The house was complete with large windows and a front porch. Next to the house was the farm, pig shelters, a barn and chicken coops. Everyone but Isabel liked the idea of meeting the animals for she didn't like to get dirty. There was an intake of breath as the front door opened to reveal a thin woman, with a long pencil neck and a condescending look planted indefinitely on her face. "Come children," she says coldly, "The last thing we want is to have you freezing to death." Eager to fulfil the wish the children bustled inside and smiled when the warmth of the fireplace from a nearby room hit their faces. "My name is Ms. McIntosh and I'm the housekeeper. Leave your coats on for the moment." Pointing down a long corridor you could just spot two doors opposite each other. "Through that hallway is the kitchen and a small study. Straight ahead is the dining room." She leads them up a wooden staircase and to a large first floor. "That is my bedroom and next to it is Mr and Mrs. Jones' room. If you disturb them when they do not want to be disturbed you will answer to me. Upstairs is your rooms and a bathroom." Mr Jones dismisses her and tells her to get the table ready whilst he shows the girls to their room complete with twin beds and a chest of drawers, plus a small wash basin and a vase of flowers. The boys was the same but instead there were two bunk beds and everything was blue not white. As instructed they hung their coats at the back of their doors and unpacked their suitcases.

At dinner they all were packed around the table. At one end was Mr Jones to his right was Ms McIntosh and his left the greasy haired boy, who we know as Phillip. Next to Phillip was William then Archie, who had to sit on a couple of pillows to reach the table. Opposite Archie was Isabel and between her and Ms. McIntosh was the other girl, named Mary-Anne. Mrs. Jones was still nowhere to be found, leaving the other end of the table empty.

Without thinking about what was on their plate, the famished children dug in to there wonderfully prepared food and ate it so quickly Ms McIntosh asked if they tasted it at some point, Mr. Jones laughed at this though I'm sure she was meanly pointing out their childish flaws. They were sent straight to bed after that with nothing but a glass of warm milk and an extra blanket from the cupboard. They all went to bed well fed and ready to do some exploring tomorrow but Isabel was plagued with a strange dream that night. It was one of those dreams that you'll never forget and never understand…

All was dark and silent. The only thing that told Isabel where she was, was the thick, damp tree trunk behind her. She was sitting down on the floor and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. She knew it was a dream because she was holding a sword and had a parrot on her shoulder. This made her laugh. Getting over her hysterical giggles, she got up and surveyed her surroundings. It was a wood and she could just make out the farm house the green thicket surrounding her. Isabel started to walk back when something started tugging at her hair. She turned and saw the parrot was trying to lead her back to the tree. She complied knowing it was just a dream. As she got closer she realised that there was now a cut in the tree the could fit a child or small man.

She poked her head in and saw nothing. And then there was light. Blinding light that enshrouded everything and she knew that she was no longer in England.

"Wake up." Shouted Mary-Anne.

"Wha-What is it?" Croaked Isabel, angry that her dream was interrupted.

"Breakfast is ready in ten minutes and Ms. McIntosh wants us to be ready to tour the farm straight afterwards." At this Isabel rolled out of her bed and quickly got ready. Everyone was already at the table dumping eggs and sausages on their plate and downing freshly made orange juice.

"So," begins William, "are you and Archie brother and sister?" he asks Isabel. She shyly nods in reply, not looking at his face and keeping her head down. "My dad's gone to fight in the war!" he exclaims proudly, "What about yours?"

"He's gone fights Grandmamma!" Archie cuts in, making a sick face. We all laugh whole-heartedly and even Ms McIntosh cracks a smile.

Looking around the farm Isabel found it more fun than she thought it would be. She stroked the horses and fed the hens. And was introduced to the sheep and pigs.

There were three fat, hairy pigs that were rolling around in mud. Mr. Jones threw the funny looking mixture into one of those long wooden buckets and the all rushed over and started eating savagely. "What are their names?" asked Philip clearly intrigued, in Williams point of view, he later told Mary-Anne that he thinks that the pigs and Phillip were related which was a horrible and crude thing to say.

"Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner." she replied in a some what humorous way.

Confused and thinking she didn't hear right Isabel asked "Um…I'm sorry?"

"That ones Breakfast, that ones Lunch and the other is Dinner." Mary-Anne whimpered, Archie went up and stroked Lunch, William and Phillip dashes to the stables to look for horses but Isabel just stood there, looking into the forest, thinking about her dream.