One misty night, millions of planes were flying over London. Edward popped his head out of the window and looked up at the misty planes. Suddenly, his mum ran into the room. The nauseating bombs crashed to the ground.
“Quickly, get to the shelter!” his mum shouted. “Mum…mum… help!” yelled Lucy. Edward ran back in to the house to grab a photo of his dad. Peter ran after him and took him back to the shelter. The sirens got louder and louder, every second, every minute, every hour. People ran for their lives. When they got in the shelter, Peter started shouting at Edward. “Why can’t you do what you’re told you silly boy?!”
The bombs were fatal. The bombs did horrific damages in London. The bombs destroyed their house.
Frightening, terrified and horrid, the dark black jets fly through the sky over all the bombing and explosions. Meanwhile, Tommy was watching the furious explosions. His older brother Max shouted to him “Tommy come down hear now!” Tommy rushed down and grabbed his precious things.
Mum told Tommy and Max to quickly go and get their younger sisters Ariana and Esme. “AAaaaaaaaaa!!!” Esme screamed as everyone ran upstairs including Ariana. They grabbed the girls and ran outside as quick as they can into the shelter. Tommy ran back inside with no explanation.Awfully he went to get his dads picture and a big bad explosion happened.Max went after him and grabbed his arm and ran back to the shelter.” What were you thinking?”shouted Max. “Get in ,quick.” Mum whispered. The two boys jumped in and mum shut the door and they couldn’t come out until the bombing ended.
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.