Today – September 1st 1915
Today, I can hear the pouring heavy rain banging on the rooftops like the bombs that exploded, crashed and burnt.
Today, I can smell the burning smoke from the train like the fire from home that burns and cackles.
Today, I can feel my soft fluffy teddy in my right hand clutching on to it, it was the fluffiest thing ever like the softest blanket in the world.
Today, I can see the rapping, repetitive rain drops as they race to the bottom of the window like the tears running down my face
Today, Inside I feel worried, like when my mum waved goodbye and had a tear in her eye.
Kya Andreou – Year 6
Freshwaters Primary School