Oh no! Not again, it's the air raid sirens. It woke up everyone in the house and it's 12:15am. Mum shoved as many food and drinks in the bag as possible. It was a cold night. I had Piranhas in my stomach, eating me from the inside out. When would this torture end? It's bad enough I have to stay in this cobweb infested, pungent, dark shelter. Oh, I hate the war!!!!

By Corey

Thursday 4th December 2014

L.O. I can write a descriptive recount of a story with a historical

setting