It was a damp and cold April night, yet the stars shone brightly in the clear sky. There was not a sound to be heard, except for the soft chirping of the crickets who were slowly hopping through the dew on the soft green grass. Suddenly, the silence was broken."It is ever so far and mama said.." a small child's voice rang out across the night. "Forget what mother said! We must go! Now!" said another voice. This one sounded like it came from a young boy.
Charles dragged his sister down the dusty road, her little hand held tightly in his. "But Charlie! I don't want to go!" protested the five year old. "No Rosie, we have to. We can't stay. They will find us and you know it!" said ten year old Charles, with a frown. Rose pouted as she dropped herself to the ground, gripping the grass of the nearby lawn tightly. "I don't care. I want to stay." she said sharply, defiantly tossing her deep brown curls. "I am too tired to walk anyway." she added with a wry grin. Charles groaned and lifted Rose into his arms. "Come on!" he said, continuing to walk.
What seemed to be days later, with Rose still on his back, Charles walked aimlessly down the muddy road. It had rained earlier. "Charlie? Are we there yet?" asked Rose, pulling on Charles' dark hair. "No, not yet." Charles grimaced slightly and sighed. "You have to walk now. I cannot carry you any longer." Rose let out a whine. "But Chaaarlie!" She hopped down to the ground anyway and took Charles' hand. "What is it called again?" she asked curiously. "It's called Canada. We are almost at the docking port." he looked around. "Almost." he said softly to himself.
The tired pair took a longing glance at the ship that was approaching the dock. "This is it. We won't have to worry anymore, Rosie. We'll be safe in Canada!" exclaimed Charles, a hint of excitement in his tired voice. Rose clenched his hand tighter and whispered. "I am very nervous, Charlie.Especially without May." Charles smiled reassuringly to her. "Aw Rose, May is just a doll.We can get you another one when we get there.Everything will be fine." he said, as he watched the large ship come up to the dock. It was a massive white and grey ship with "1913" painted across the side in big black letters. "I know it." he added.
Charles dragged his sister down the dusty road, her little hand held tightly in his. "But Charlie! I don't want to go!" protested the five year old. "No Rosie, we have to. We can't stay. They will find us and you know it!" said ten year old Charles, with a frown. Rose pouted as she dropped herself to the ground, gripping the grass of the nearby lawn tightly. "I don't care. I want to stay." she said sharply, defiantly tossing her deep brown curls. "I am too tired to walk anyway." she added with a wry grin. Charles groaned and lifted Rose into his arms. "Come on!" he said, continuing to walk.
What seemed to be days later, with Rose still on his back, Charles walked aimlessly down the muddy road. It had rained earlier. "Charlie? Are we there yet?" asked Rose, pulling on Charles' dark hair. "No, not yet." Charles grimaced slightly and sighed. "You have to walk now. I cannot carry you any longer." Rose let out a whine. "But Chaaarlie!" She hopped down to the ground anyway and took Charles' hand. "What is it called again?" she asked curiously. "It's called Canada. We are almost at the docking port." he looked around. "Almost." he said softly to himself.
The tired pair took a longing glance at the ship that was approaching the dock. "This is it. We won't have to worry anymore, Rosie. We'll be safe in Canada!" exclaimed Charles, a hint of excitement in his tired voice. Rose clenched his hand tighter and whispered. "I am very nervous, Charlie.Especially without May." Charles smiled reassuringly to her. "Aw Rose, May is just a doll.We can get you another one when we get there.Everything will be fine." he said, as he watched the large ship come up to the dock. It was a massive white and grey ship with "1913" painted across the side in big black letters. "I know it." he added.
