Will's Journey
Chapter Two
The Station
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Willie stood nervously apart from the other children and watched with big, round, fearful eyes as the hissing, spitting steam train drew into the station. He felt nervous and afraid. He didn't know where he was going or what he was doing. Nobody had told him. All his Mum had said was that she'd had enough of him so he was going away for a while.
Willie shivered. The station platform was very cold and his thin mackintosh wasn't very warm. He was glad when the teachers finally began herding them onto the train.
"Get on, get on!" roared Mr Barrett, "Hurry up, we haven't all day. I have my cane with me as usual!"
Willie sank gratefully into his seat. It wasn't comfortable and he was squashed up next to some other children. Thankfully, that scary boy wasn't sat near him. The train started with a shudder and a jerk. Willie stared out of the window at the grey gloom that was his home. He could see all the other children's mother waving them off. Most of them were crying but waving cheerfully at the same time. Mrs Beech wasn't there but Willie didn't expect her. He knew he'd been evil recently. The marks on his legs proved it.
Willie gave a short gasp and quickly pulled up his sock, which had slid down. The boy sitting opposite stared at Willie. He flinched and looked away, flushing slightly. Willie risked another glance at the boy. He was still staring.
"What are you looking at, Willie Beech?" he asked,
The other children looked up, fascinated,
"Nothing," whispered Willie, bowing his head.
There were sniggers and laughter from the other evacuees but Willie didn't hear. All he heard was the blood pounding in his head and the tear leaking out of his eye.