Well hello there!
Seeing as I have a very very obsessive personality, I decided to write another story on something I've been in love with since I was probably around ten years old. I'm sure you've heard of it, but even if you haven't/don't like it, please give this a chance - I could surprise you ;)
Please review, let me know what you think and such.
Much love,
Tammie x
Are You Satisfied?
Chapter One.
The train station was bustling with busy mothers fussing over their children, checking their name tags and luggage to make sure it was all there and labelled correctly.
The atmosphere that hung in the air was not a happy one, but an incredibly sad one because everyone seemed to be crying.
The children were not crying for no reason, because that would be foolish, but because they were not sure if they would be reunited with their parents when they would return.
The train sounded the horn, a signal that it would be leaving within five minutes and to get the last passengers on board.
Rosalie and her mother pushed past the crowds, muttering small 'excuse me's every so reached the front of the gate and Rosalie's mother pulled out a train ticket from the pocket of her coat and handed it to her daughter.
The young girl placed it in the front compartment of her satchel before giving her mother a huge hug.
''Please be careful, sweetheart. Be brave for me'' Rosalie nodded.
''Of course, mum. I'll miss you''
''You'll write to me won't you? Let me know how you're doing?''
''As often as I can, I promise''
''Good girl''
Rosalie's mother kissed her forehead lightly and turned her round slightly, tapping her back.
''Go on, off you go. I love you, darling''.
The young girl gave a slight wave and muttered 'and you' before turning round to board the train.
Truth being, Rosalie had never really been away from home. She had left the city to see her aunt, but she had never gone this far away for such a long period of time.
She was to stay where she was placed until the war was over, or it was safe to return to her home in London and she didn't like the thought of not knowing if her mother would be okay alone.
She sighed and tried to shake the thought of it from her head, sitting down in a compartment in the train alone; she pulled out a book and tried to read.
She had gotten no further than a few pages into chapter 2 when the doors slid open and the tranquility was disrupted.
Rosalie gave an aggravated sigh and placed her book back into the satchel, there was no use trying to concentrate now.
A young man around her age entered first, his hair was a rusty blonde and stood quite tall - followed by a young girl no older than the age of eleven with short brown curly hair that wouldn't quite reach her shoulders.
The boy muttered something to the little girl, she sniffled and nodded; taking a seat next to Rosalie.
Two more entered the carriage after that, a girl about a year or so younger than her and another boy; older than the youngest girl, Rosalie made a mental note.
They must have been a family.
It took a good half an hour for the four of them to realize that there was in fact another person in the carriage with them and the tension grew quickly.
The oldest boy cleared his throat slightly, gaining the attention of Rosalie, and sheepishly smiled a little, rubbing his shoulder.
''Sorry for not introducing ourselves earlier, I wasn't aware we had company'' Rosalie scoffed a little. Arrogant boy.
''My names Peter'' he motioned to himself.
''This is Susan'' he pointed at the young girl with black hair, she smiled. Rosalie didn't return it.
''Edmund'' the young boy scoffed at Rosalie, earning himself one in return. He isn't so bad.
''and Lucy'' the little girl looked up at her through wet eyelashes and Rosalie couldn't help but feel alittle sorry for her, she shouldn't have to be torn away from her mother at such a young age already; so she smiled at her a little.
Rosalie never replied to Peter, earning herself an incredibly awkward silence until the younger boy spoke up.
''Do you not have a name then, or are you just being rude?''
''I do indeed have a name, but I think you could be classed as the rude one. Don't you?'' she retorted. He reminded her a lot of herself.
''Edmund'' Peter gave him a stern look. ''Although he is right, what is your name?''
''Rosalie''
''Its very nice to meet you Rosalie, do you know where you're headed?''
''Stop trying to make conversation, I'm not here to make friends''
''No, but it might help if we knew each other just a little''
''Hardly, its not like were going to be in the same location''
Peter was finding it extremely hard to keep conversation with the teenage girl in front of him, she smirked at his annoyed expression and continued looking out of the window.
''Well, were heading to a man named Professor Kirke'' he continued.
''Then I will be seeing more of you, how lovely'' she sneered.
''I'm not quite sure as to why you're being extremely rude, we've done nothing but be nice'' Peter started to get angry and was trying to get a reaction.
''I'm afraid I told you a minute ago, it is your choice not to pay attention to what I'm saying to you. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to stick out as long as this war will continue on for, then I will be straight home to a place that I am actually familiar with''.
This silenced the boy, and the rest of the journey was made in silence, apart from the small conversation between the sisters over a book they were both reading.
The train pulled up to, what looked like, a handmade station and the five children took their luggage and made their way to the steps.
They waited a good fifteen minutes for somebody to make it known to them that they were in the right place, but so far no luck and they were beginning to get restless.
''Perhaps we've been incorrectly labelled'' Edmund asked, turning his label upside down just in case.
''I highly doubt that both of our mothers would have us labelled wrongly, do you not think?''
''It was just a suggestion, what is with you?!'' Susan defended her little brother.
Rosalie just shrugged and slowly walked to the edge of a dirt path, looking for any sign of life.
A few moments passed and a horse and carriage slowly made its way up the hill, an old looking lady was controlling the horse and looked down right horrible.
''Woah, woah'' she called out to the horse, pulling on its rains to make it slowly stop in front of the children.
''Mrs Macready?'' Peter asked, cautiously.
''I'm afraid so, is this it? Haven't you brought anything else?''
What on earth did she expect us to bring? Our entire houses?
''No, mam. Just us'' She tutted, and nodded. ''Small favors''.
Twenty minutes later, they had arrived at the professors house in the heart of the country side and it was indeed quite beautiful.
Stood in the hall, the housekeeper stood at the top of the stairs reeling off a list of rules that they were to follow.
Rosalie would be lying if she said she was really listening, all she really wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up in a better mood.
After Mrs Macready had finished, she went straight up to the room she was sharing with the other two girls, placed her two small bags at the end of the bed
and passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow.