I got an amazing request from Kur8Kami117 to write this, and I must say I'm excited for it! I don't quite know how often I'll update it though, but it will be on the quicker side - - I promise! By the way, this story does NOT mean that I will be discontinuing Choir Stories. I'll just be doing both! :) This is a collection of little stories that the book doesn't go into while the boys are on the island. I really hope you like it. Please let me know how I'm doing because your feedback is so important to me! Also, I love hearing story ideas and suggestions. If there's anything you want to read or see happen, let me know and I'll include it! Thank you for reading this and supporting Choir Stories. Both will update soon! :)


Jack clapped his hands to at least get his choir silent even thought the scene around them was absolutely chaotic. "Boys!" he shouted above the noise. The whole school had assembled in the gymnasium by classroom number. It was evacuation day. Each child was allowed to bring one suitcase onto the plane full of belongings they'd need. They were all going to a different country for a few weeks until the bombings of England died down - - it was too dangerous to keep young children around through such life-threatening conditions. The choirboys had tears in their eyes as they looked at their leader. Jack felt his eyes sting too. "Stop that, all of you." he commanded, trying to hide his own sadness. "We'll be back soon. There's nothing to cry about." Henry was the first to break into tears, as always. "I'll miss my mummy and daddy and puppy!" he sobbed. Everyone broke down after that. They all clung to each other, thinking about the lives they were leaving behind no matter how short the few weeks would be. The adults told them it would be a sort of 'vacation' - - it had seemed harmless just thinking about it, but actually leaving hurt so bad. Roger wrapped his arms around his stomach. He literally felt sick as he thought about what he was leaving behind and even more changes that he would have to face in the future. He prayed that no matter what, he and Simon would never be separated.

Jack wiped his face on his robe. "Stop that!" he commanded again. Maurice hugged Bill, wailing, "I want my mummy and daddy!" Bill agreed tearfully. Roger lurched forward as if he were going to throw up. Jack caught him, silently begging for nothing to happen. The dark-haired boy squeezed his eyes closed and let out a heartbreaking sob. Simon stepped forward. He rubbed the boy's back gently as tears slipped down his cheeks.

Harold scrubbed some tears off his face and straightened the hat and cloak Jack had required them to wear that day especially. "Well," he said, trying to put on a brave face. "We at least know that we've got each other, right? I mean, we've been through a lot together. What's to stop our great bond now?" Robert followed suit in drying his eyes. "I agree. It's not like we're all going to be separated. We'll probably just go to a boarding house for boys. Everyone will stay together. We're…we're a family." Jack reddened at the realization that he, the fearless leader, hadn't thought of all this himself. "Right, boys." he said, drawing the attention back to himself. "No matter what happens, we stick together. Do everything as a group. And you all listen to me, alright? Because I'll always keep us safe." The whole choir nodded obediently.

A man with a megaphone shouted out their group number. Jack held his hands out, beckoning for them to all link together. After a few seconds of just pure connection, he sighed. "Choir! In formation!" he shouted dutifully. The boys shuffled into their two lines quickly and held their heads high as they walked through the gym full of chattering boys from their school. Jack marched in front of them bravely, keeping a stern face to assert his dominance over all else. The boys were piled onto a bus with each with their one suitcase. The bus brought them to an airport. Once more, they marched proudly under the leadership of the head boy right onto a plane.

A plane they didn't know was destined for doom.