WOODBERRY DOWN
Community Primary School
Woodberry Grove, Lonon N4 1SY
Writing inspired by 'Goodnight Mister Tom'
Some wonderful examples of writing from Year 6 inspired by their topic on World War II and their reading of 'Goodnight Mister Tom'.
Aishah's writing
The girl’s hand was sweating, it was a clear sign she was nervous.
“Annabell you know you have to be evacuated. Britain is on the brink of a war, and it can’t afford its next generation to get killed, besides, your new home will be magnificent!” As her mother was about to speak again…CHOO CHOO, “All aboard” the driver hooted.
“So, I guess this is goodbye Mother, tell Daddy I love him. Mummy I’ll miss you too.” The metal pole was cool and the train floor was wobbly as Annabell took her first step, she knew she was ready to go. As the door shut, she sat down and sobbed solemnly.
She remembered a month ago when she and her mother were in their Anderson bomb shelter that an army man had quickly knocked on the door and gave them a letter. The girl read aloud...Dear Mrs Merryweather, as you know World War 2 is on the brink and your child must be evacuated for his/her safety. Here is 1 ticket to Shropshire for him/her. On Sunday 20th February, please bring him/her to the town’s station and he/she will be evacuated. From Franklin Theodore Jr.
“Yes!”
“Huh?”
“Yes, you shall go, it is for your own safety, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!”
“But mothe…”
“ No but’s or if’s Annabell, after this raid,(mumbling, if our house is not destroyed). You will go and pack immediately!
As Annabell ate her sandwich, she poked her label, Annabell Merryweather.10yrs, destination=Shropshire. She didn’t like that name Merryweather!”Is it going to be sunny today, Miss Merryweather?” A girl would tease. She often got taunted and teased, and she minded a lot. There was nothing to do on the train except peering out the windows. She wondered if her new family would be pleased to see her or not so-pleased. She preferred pleased , it would have been quite nice actually! So she started having a flash-forward.
“Hello there, sweet heart come on in, we are so glad you’re here!”
“Yes, here come sit down..”
“Get off everyone it is time to go!” The driver screeched. “Well, it’s time to face it!”
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Onyeka's writing
I turned to have my last and final look at my home and family. I took a deep breath as I reluctantly took a step onto the train. When I turned around to face outside it appeared that my mum had vanished. I searched with curiosity to see where my mum had gone. I searched high and low from the train step until I felt a hairy sweaty hand on my shoulder.
“Take a seat, we are about to leave!” he shouted over my shoulder. I took a seat quickly as the man closed the door shut, like shutting me in a prison cell. As the train started to move a small tear trickled down my cheek then I wiped it with a small tissue. As there was nothing to do I put my bag into my lap and drifted off to sleep.
In my dream I could see me, some family and friends celebrating….celebrating Christmas. It was a joyful occasion but it was all smashed when the train came to a stop. It was for normal people not for the evacuees like me. Anyhow, I went back to sleep.
This time it was about …. Me, reading my tag over and over as it said `Maria Jones, Home: London Destination: Brighton. `Would we be happy together? Or have arguments? Walk down the beach and have fun? Or them chucking me out and living on the streets? As all these thoughts were rushing through my brain, I woke up with fear because we had arrived. Then I took a deep breath as I stepped into my new life.
Derek's writing
The boy sat shivering in the grimy seat on the train, peering through its filthy windows. He had lived in the city all his life and felt devastated to see it disappear before his eyes. He watched field after field after field, waiting to arrive at his destination.
Suddenly, he started remembering about when he was back home. At first, he didn’t want to leave but his mum said he must. At the station she wouldn’t stop crying. Even his 1 year old brother William was at it. He wished he was 10 years younger so he could stay at home, but he knew if he did there wouldn’t be enough food to go round and the whole family would starve.
He also started thinking about the country. He wondered if it was going to be as bad as his house back in London. He wondered is if he would get his own comfortable room or if the food they had would be nice. But on the other hand he has heard stories about some evacuees running away back to London because the countryside was so terrible. At the thought, his stomach tingled.
His thoughts were suddenly blinded by a loud whistle. “All evacuees off here!” a voice outside exclaimed. This was his stop. The boy stood up, gulped, took his belongings, and walked off the train. He stepped off the train and into his new life.
Oluwaseun's writing
The boy struggled to look out of the filthy windows on the train. He was trying to read a marvellous book but the train was making a racket with the old engines. He wiped the window clean and could see fields, hedges and many trees; he knew he wasn’t in London any more. He looked down at the torn card and could just see what it said. ‘Name: Tom Jones Home: Islington, London Destination: Battle, Kent.’
He felt like his stomach was full with butterflies. Although he hadn’t eaten, that wasn’t making him feel sick. He knew his Mum didn’t have enough money for a proper breakfast. But what if the place was horrific? What if they let him starve?
He considered saying “goodbye” to his mum and baby brother that morning. Mum had been crying, if she didn’t stop their house would have been flooded with tears! She couldn’t say “bye” properly at the end. She just waved at him from behind her soggy handkerchief. Also Daniel, his brother, was gob smacked. Tom thought bitterly “would I see my family again?”. He hoped he was ten years younger so that he could stay in London too.
As he peered out of the gloomy window, hail began to hit the windows heavily and shattered into pieces where Tom had been looking. Outside of the train everything looked green but slow. He was wondering what was happening suddenly a dull voice bellowed “ Please can everyone get off!”. Tom felt like fainting but he stood steady. He stepped off the train and glared around. This was his new life.
Mustafa's writing
The boy looked up from his book and stared at the label on his suitcase, Name: William. He looked up at the window and wiped his sleeve of his threadbare mackintosh against the filthy glass window of the ancient train. When he looked outside he saw field after field and lots of flourishing flowers. He also saw sheep, cows and horses. As he looked at the stations, he saw clean and rich children and felt deprived.
“If only I had clothes like them,” he sighed.
As he looked back down at his book he had a flashback of what had happened that morning. His mother had told him that he was being sent away because he had to be safe and if she couldn’t make it through the war he should know that she loved him. He wanted to give his mother a hug but she was too busy packing his things. He remembered he didn’t have a proper breakfast because they were poor.
William looked at his book and wondered how the people would be like. “Will I have breakfast? Will I even have food? Will they be nice to me? Or will they be mean to me like Hitler?” William thought.
William waited impatiently for the train to arrive.
“All evacuees get off here”
“Alright, alright we know,” Replied William.
William walked down to the front of the train and stepped outside.
Nadedra's writing
The girl peered out of the grimy train windows. She lifted her twiggy arm and wiped the dirty city windows with her threadbare jumper against the glass and saw hill after hill after hill flying backwards past the train. As she watched she held a brown paper bag labelled “Victoria James” it also read home: Hackney Destination: Kent. Her stomach tingled .It wasn’t just that she was nervous it was also because she hadn’t eaten in days but she knew her mother didn’t have enough money either but what if the place she was going to was even worse? What if they didn’t feed her at all………
She thought about saying goodbye to her mother and baby brother “Richard James” that nasty morning but her mother was to upset so she just waved to her behind a piece of paper and gave her a kiss because she didn’t like Victoria to see her mother cry. She only wished she was at least 11 years younger then she could of stayed with here mum and baby brother but she knew her mum did it for her own safety.
Victoria had a long and hard think she thought about if she would get beaten and hurt and wasn’t feed. As she peered out the windows she saw sooooo many rich people and she knew she was near they were dressed in fine cloths something Victoria never even thought of wearing anything like such things. She was felling worried her stomach was tingling she wanted to go back home but it was done for her own safety. She was thinking would they be mean or would they be nice like mummy. Victoria thought.
Victoria waited impatiently for the train to arrive. ”All evacuees get off here a deep voice said.
“Ok we know” Victoria said. She walked down the aisle she stepped outside. She had arrived……….
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