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This story has been written by Martell Whitlock of Finedon Mulso C of E junior School on behalf of Mr Gerry Needle with his permission. Mr Needle fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

When I was little in the time of the war I was playing in the recreation ground with my friends when suddenly two double Decker buses pulled up out of nowhere. Then out of the little cramped door thundered about 50 children off each bus. All of the evacuees marched into the town hall .We sneaked up to the door like we were spies and peered through the key hole. We saw me mam collect two young boys that looked quite friendly. One of them ran to the door pushed the door open, as quick as a flash I ran around the corner.

We waited until they all passed us and then we jumped out from behind them. Mam introduced us to them, their clothes were cut and ragged. Their hair was in a mess, their faces were covered in soot and their accent was very strange indeed. Mam explained to me that they were evacuees from London but I already knew that from listening earlier on. We all walked home together shouting and laughing and getting to know each other. Finally we reached our destination (home). When we got home we were like a family. Mam opened the wooden door and revealed the contents of our home. Me and the boys raced up stairs, I showed them around they absolutely loved it.

They started to settle in they really liked it here but even though they missed their parents they didn鈥檛 show it. It wasn鈥檛 long till they went home, I wished they could stay it was really fun while they where here I really missed them. We waved goodbye while they were leaving. It was great while it lasted.

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