It is September 1938, Everybody was swarming to their Anderson Shelter. "C'mon Mark, hurry and grab your book. Meet me in the Anderson Shelter." Said Mrs Dell panicking hard. Mark did as his mother told him and grab his book to read in the shelter. The air-raid siren suddenly busted out loud warning the city.Mark finally got to the Anderson Shelter and took a sigh of relief.The child and the woman, shook in the corner of the room hoping a bomb will not strike. It only took 3 minutes but to them, it felt 3 hours. "Mother, why did Hitler start this? Why does he want the Jews dead?Asked Mark trying to act brave. "He wants everybody to be 'perfect' in his own way. I don't know why he wants the Jews dead. I heard on the radio that his grandparents are Jewish!" Whispered Mrs Dell trying not to be spotted by sound.The air-raid was over. That was Mark's last night in the Anderson shelter... Mark had a nap in his soft bed. "Sweetie nap time is over. " Said, mother. Mark was 12. He didn't really like nap time. "Heres your apple." She said handing it over with a sad face. Mother. Why are you sad?" Mark asked then he knew. He was becoming an evacuee. "Mother. I thought we would do this together?" Cried Mark as his mother put his head on her chest. They were both crying now. "Ok mother Its for the best. I suggest we leave then. To the train station." Said mark trying to be the man.They packed their stuff and headed to the train station. Mark was feeling gloomy that he had to pack quickly. He could be here all day packing. He packed his symbol. It was a lion from his father telling him to stay strong.
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