Diary of an Evacuee, xhannahx [i like reading .TXT] 📗

Today is the start of my life as an evacuee, it is going to change completely. Turning upside down, in different directions, like a roller coaster but never returning back home. You wouldn't expect so much trouble to be caused from an outbreak of war, but it is affecting everyone's lives, especially mine. Why should we be the ones who have to deal with all the mess because of someone wanting to take over the world. I personally, think that it is appalling! And have had enough with it all. So being evacuated brings a slight advantage as it gives me the chance to run away from it all.
It all began not long ago, I remember being woken up early by Mother one morning gathering us all around the radio listening to the report about the war. It came to such a shock to us all, and we didn't know what unexpected events were going to follow. Throughout the rest of the day everyone was always talking about it at school, distracting us all from our work. Our country was so desperate for extra help and reports continued by starting with them asking for more brave men to join them. It eventually ended up with most men who were able to fight being taken away and used as defence. Father was like me, and not interested at all, but of course he didn't have a choice, so they are now making him fight which he doesn't think is very fair. I cried myself to sleep the night he left, having a thought that I might never see him again. Mother and Father both tried to explain to me and my brother that he was going to be alright, but I am getting to the age when I can tell that they are lying. No-one knows if anyone is going to survive from this war, I just wish that they could be honest with us rather than letting us get our hopes up. They say that any boy over the age of around 16 is allowed to be a soldier. There were a couple of boys missing in our class lately, trying to lie about their age and be able to go to war. I don't know why they do it, they have the chance not to go so I don't understand why they want to go by choice, I think it's because they want to show that they are strong and brave to us, but I think that it makes them look like a fool, you never even know if they are going to make it through, however long this goes on for.
Rations have also now being introduced. We had too little amount of food as it is, let alone them introduce a way of letting us have less. Father used to work at the Greengrocery so luckily he was able to sneak a couple more vegetables and bread that was leftover but now we are starting to get less and less food every week. I think we will all be losing a lot of weight and not looking as healthy as we did before. You will probably never be able to say 'oh, I am so full, I don't think I could eat any more'. Instead we will start to say, 'I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse!'
Also, which I am really starting to get frustrated about is the stupid gas masks we have to carry about. I know that we have them to keep us safe but every time I hear the most annoying sound of the air raid, I get very embarrassed as I walk around wearing what I can only think of as an ugly face to put on top of ours. As everyone is forced to wear them they could at least make them more attractive. My brothers' has been made in the face of an animal so he always gets excited when he can wear his as he knows it’s the only opportunity that he is able to wear it without me getting frustrated. So it is better for him, but I would be even more embarrassed if I had to have a face of a horse. The main problem with the masks are that every time you don't have one in sight you get the small second of panic and then you realise that it is either right next to you or on your face. I keep on getting worried that I am going to forget it one day and at the time the air raid would just have to go off. I keep on getting recurring nightmares that it happens, so I predicted that it was a sign that soon I would forget it. So now I always keep a couple of heavy stones in the box as well. Even though after a while the weight starts to hurt my back, I can quickly realise when I haven't got it.
We have been on the train for a couple of hours now. We got up extra early to finish the rest of our packing. However, there was so limited amount that we could take, it was barely worth doing it. Mother kept getting the feeling that she hadn't read the train ticket correctly even after us repeating to her that it said 'board at 10'o'clock', she believed that it would be necessary to arrive at seven. So today has been pretty boring with all the waiting around. You would expect that this sort of arrangement would be very well controlled, but I don't think it is organised very well at all. They did check our tickets and make sure that we got on alright, but after that they just left us and now we don't know what to expect. We have no idea where any of us are going. I have been talking to some other children about my age and they don't have a clue as well, we don't know whether we should get ready to leave or stay put. Officers just seem to come in every so often and pick some children which then have to get off. Mother very kindly asked whether me and my Brother could stay at least in the same village. It isn't completely necessary that we are in the same household, but as long as we know where each other were it would save all the stress. But at this rate it doesn't look as if we are even going to be in the same country. It must be tough for my Brother he is only six and doesn't understand why so much is changing and how he can’t see Mother anymore and will have to share a household with a complete stranger. All I hope is that both our carers will be O.K sort of people, because I can't imagine how horrid this change would be if we had to live however long this goes with, under the eyes of a monster.
I hope that the rest goes ok, we might be leaving soon as the train is getting emptier and emptier, and there aren't many of us left yet. I hope it all goes well and I will write in you later with the start of my new life.

Publication Date: 04-09-2012

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