Me & Lou

Lou is very imaginative- and also kind, caring and helpful. And when she gets packed off to the countryside during the war, she finds that those qualities are important. But can she keep up the soft approach, even when panic, trouble and worry hits?

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8. Nightmare!

The crisp, cold, evening air was blowing my hair about. We were all out on the night of Victoria's birthday, wrapped up in scarves and hats; it was November, after all. We'd just been for a meal in a little community cafe and had slurped up soup, and now we were shopping, stocking up on snacks. Ida had her ration book handy, which was good. For once, Jem didn't have a book, which was GREAT. 

"Can we go to the cinema?" Victoria asked, staring up at The Wizard of Oz poster. 

"Well, I don't see why not!" Ida smiled, juggling shopping bags. "It is your special day, Vic!" We all held hands, as if we were skipping along the Yellow Brick Road to the Emerald City ourselves. But then we heard a noise. An ear-piercing, incredibly loud wailing noise. Victoria, Jem, Rosie, Grandpa and not even Ida knew what it was. I knew. 

"Quickly!" I screeched. "Where's the shelter? The local air raid shelter?" Ida looked puzzled.

"Air raid?" She asked, confused, "But we don't GET air raids here!"

"LOU!" I turned to see Gwyneth running along what I assumed was her street. "EVERYBODY! Come on!" I picked up Victoria. She was snuffling, crying a river. Gwyneth lead us to her family's shelter. We all crammed in. Gwyneth's Mother and her little brother were in, looking terrified. We all sat down on the floor. Rosie was huddling into Ida, along with Victoria. Jem was hugging Grandpa. I had nobody to hold onto. Gwyneth's little brother made his way onto her lap, nuzzling into her Twenties' dress.

"Stay calm, William," she said, hugging him close. "It'll be fine!" Gwyneth's mother stepped in.

"Yes it will, you're right, Gwyneth!" she false-beamed. "It's going to be okay!" 

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But it wasn't as 'fine' as we thought it would be. Any of us. We were in there most of the night. Ida and Gwyneth's mother had to run back to the house on a big 'one, two, three' to get blankets and bedding. Victoria, William and Grandpa were the only people to actually sleep. When the all-clear bell finally rang, it was ten in the morning.We yawned, standing up. and stumbled outside. Most of the houses were still standing, except maybe two, but the cinema and a lot of the shops were now rubble. Luckily, nobody was hurt, or worse. We all hugged Gwyneth's family, and then made our way back home. Victoria was acting as if nothing had happened. 

"Can we go and see The Wizard of Oz THIS time?" she asked cheerfully. So Ida had to explain, and her little face was a picture. We made our way back home, and tried to put the night before behind us. We shook it off, like it was just a bad dream. A nightmare. 

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