On November the 6th we went on an amazing trip to Eden Camp. The trip was fun but we had to get on the bus at 9 o’clock in the morning! We were on the bus for about 1 and a half hours.It was the funniest trip ever,people were sick,people were singing and people telling funny jokes.One of the people who were sick was Euan then after was the annoying Travis.I was sat across from Travis and he was almost sick on me!After the 1 and a half hours had flew by we were finally there.
As I got up I could feel the fresh air and a nice breeze as the automatic bus doors opened.We got off of the bus and lined up with our partners and headed to the lunch area to put our heavy frustrating bags down.
Talkatively, we strolled towards our first hut.As we walked to our first hut we saw at least 10 schools.IT WAS MAYHEM! Everybody was waiting to get in the smelly large hut but there were a lot of other schools in the huts so it was cramped.In our first hut we saw very creative artefacts about rationing and how poor people were, all the stuff there was historical and none of it made us think it’s rubbish because it wasn’t.We saw a family that was in a WW2 house it looked traumatising they didn’t have beds or consoles,they either had to sleep on the floor or a ruined sofa.Also there was a house that had holes in the walls caused by the deafening bombs.
We walked to the next hut patiently because of how many schools were there.The next hut was my favourite part ,we walked in and saw WW2 guns and a display of an army ground.It was a realy good part to go in because all of the setup and all the guns was absolutely brilliant.Next up was the blackout!it was pitch black and people were scaring each other.It was the funniest thing by far, me and Jack both scared some people and they were frightened to death.In the blackout I realy hurt my head because I banged it on the wall, also we were followed by a really noisy school.
Finally it was lunch! I was starving I could not wait to eat my delicious sandwiches.It was a tight squeeze but we all managed to fit in,it was so cramped that we didn’t have much room to eat our dinner.
Lastly the gift shop, there was a huge variety of things to choose from.I had a look around and I saw some scents from WW2 I bought two of them,a sweet shop scent and a tea wagon scent. The sweet shop smelt like old toffee and the tea wagon smelt like a year gone off tea because it smelt mank!I also bought two bag of sweets.
We had a safe jurney home thankfully no one was sick, we were all talking about what we got from the gift shop.
Flying high up in the dark, misty sky, havoc causing bombs were flying around, causing fear in people’s lives. As the nauseating, sick people set off the bombs Jets and planes were dodging the life changing bombs. The sirens wailed out into the night sky. It was a complete black out.
Down in a tiny house a family of five were rushing about trying to gather everybody. “Get away from the window Jacob!” cried his Mum, as she dragged him away from the window. His brother Daniel came and scurried Jacob along out of the room. “Mother! Help! What’s happening?” Eliana screamed in horror from her bed. Sally came hurrying into Eliana’s room. She scooped her up into her arms shouting down to her Mother “Grab the boys’ now!”
They rushed, running for their lives, out of the house into the hut, which they used as a bomb shelter, just as Jacob reached the hut he turned around in a panic and started running back to the house. He headed straight towards the living room. “Jacob what are you doing? it’s not safe come on we need to get out of here!” Daniel belted as loud as he could to be heard over the bombs. Jacob reached for a picture of his dad, he just managed before the deafening explosion. The house started to crumble to pieces, Daniel grabbed Jacob’s hand and pulled him out of the house and to safety. “Jacob why are you so selfish? You could have got us killed! You always think about yourself, for once just do as your told,” Daniel cried.
Ashamed, Jacob looked down at his picture, it was covered in pieces of broken glass. Jacob felt like he had never felt before, he felt guilty like it was all his fault. Shockingly, the blitz was still going on. The family of five were now cold, hungry, petrified and worried about how they will get themselves out of this mess…
There’s only one question. Are they safe enough?
By Taya and Jaimie
Merciless, relentless and frightening, the bombers flew across the dark, smoky sky, as the horrified citizens run for their lives. As the violent , inhumane soldiers drop their highly sensitive bombs on the streets of London, a young boy, who is in a grey jumper and pale shorts, is standing and staring out of the crooked window. “No Peter! ” screeched his protective and worried mum. “Edward! Lucy! Susan!” she shouted as a tall teenage boy hurried down the stairs checking where his siblings were. “Mum where’s Susan and Lucy?” Edward screamed in a trembling voice. “Mummy!” a high pitched screech came from upstairs.
As Peter and Edward were waiting with Lucy downstairs, mum ran as fast as she could up the wooden staircase finding Susan in the next room shaking with fear. “Come on sweetie!” The family sprinted out of the front door and rushed towards their bombproof shelter. “Oh no! Dad’s picture!” Peter cried as he sped rapidly back to the house. “Peter!” Edward shouted angrily.”Got it!” Peter panted. Edward finally caught up with him and grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him to the door. Suddenly a powerful bomb dropped in their dark front garden and the two boys then collapsed on to their comfortable sofa. “We need to go now!”Edward shouted in Peter’s ear. Then they both raced out of the half destroyed house.
“Come on! Come on!” Mum screeched to the boys. They could hear bombs banging and their mother screaming from the metal shelter. Finally, they reached the shelter. “What were you doing? You could of got us killed!” “Enough! It is almost over”
The deafening planes charge through the London air, dropping missiles on the buildings like there is no tomorrow. The alarms spread all over London, it is almost worst than pearl harbor.
In a small home, a frightened boy peers through the curtain and watches the bombs fall to the ground. The horrified boy’s mum grabs Henry and runs to alert the family.
Mum runs up stairs to get her sleeping daughter, all four of them run to the bombing shelter. Henry runs back for a picture of his Dad. Suddenly a bomb drops next to their house, the windows shatter, the picture frames glass smashes.
Henry and his older brother Brian picked up the broken picture and ran as fast as they could back to the bombing shelter, with their family where it is safe. Brian starts shouting at Henry, “Why did you risk your life for a picture, just why?” “Stop shouting both of you!” Mum shouted angrily.
Confidently the nauseating pilots of the horrific planes soared frantically through the sky dropping heavy, colossal bombs onto the helpless streets of London. The emotional, intense boy stared through the glass window at the never-ending nightmare. Bombs dropped, people screamed and fire burned right before his eyes. “Ethan!” his mum yelled “Ethan! Get away from that ancient window, gather your siblings and get in the bomb shelter. We have no time to lose!”
As quick as lightening, Ethan shot up the stairs quietly and grabbed his sisters, Mia and Lacey and brother Riley. As they went down the stairs carelessly another bomb dropped in their tiny front garden. “Quick get in the shelter” Ethan shouted. They could smell smoke coming in through the cracked windows.
Slowly,as a few of the planes flew to the ground dodging bullets,as the sirens cried out as a warning people rushed to their shelters, Ethan ran back to the half-crushed house to get the photograph of his father who was fighting in the war. Ethan was reaching out for the picture when… BOOM! A bomb had dropped and all of the ornaments had smashed bringing the photograph with them. The dusty, fragile photograph had smashed”Noooooo” Ethan squealed as he grabbed the photo and went back to the shelter.
“What did you think you were doing?, you could have been killed! Ridiculous boy!” BANG…
The lights beamed across the gray smoky sky. Planes flew across the deadly smoky sky. Slowly the fatal bombs started to blow across the sky and people started scream and run to the bomb shelters. The air sirens wailed as deadly, ferocious bombs dropped from the sky. a small boy called peter stared at the bombs dropping down on the houses. Peter’s mum came running into the living room to grab him and take him to the bomb shelter. She ran upstairs, exhausted, and collected Lucy then ran out to the bomb shelter. “Wait, dad!” screamed Peter then peter ran inside to the living room to grab the picture of his father.
One foggy day, planes zoomed through the foggy, stormy weather. Bombs, which were shaped as rockets, dropped from the dirty, mucky planes. A little boy peered through the crooked window in the ancient house. He saw bombs dropping from the Cole black sky. Suddenly his angry, depressed, worried mother came in and grabbed his shoulder; she screamed at him to move and rushed him and his brothers and sisters to the old, rusty air raid shelter.
The young boy ran back in the house and got his photo for the crusty, wooden shelf followed by his older brother. All of a sudden a massive bomb exploded, with a flash of light the window blew to pieces. Quickly as he could he dragged his little brother to the air raid shelter. He was holding a photo of his dad…
All they could think about was the smelly, black, nauseating smoke; they could hear sirens crying out in the middle of the night. The sight of burning, hot, fierce fire was in their minds
they could taste black ashes. They could feel the ground shaking.