Emzie

United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

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Play your Part #GOrwell2

December 20, 2019

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We listened to the crackling radio in the small classroom. 
“You can imagine what a bitter blow it is to me that all my long struggle to win peace has failed.”
I stared at my bitten nails, trying to hide my face with my hair. 
“I know that you will all play your part with calmness and courage.”
Children were excited, making exclamations. 
“A war!”
“With real soldiers!”
“And planes!”
Through my curls I caught sight of Miss Coleman’s face. Unlike the others, she looked afraid. A small tear ran down her smooth face, and splashed onto the matte desk.

Walking home, my lunchbox bumped against my side as I ran to catch up with the others. The boys had stretched out their arms and were making the noises of airplanes, yelling at the top of their voices. 
I wondered if we would see the outline of planes against the clear blue sky.
Or smoke among the forests.
This war. This was what my brother had been talking about. 
Raving about. 
I shook my head and made my way towards the village. 
We were too wise for a war. 
Whatever happened, it could not be that bad. 
But remembering the tear sliding down my teacher’s face, I couldn’t be so sure. 

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  • Raquel

    Is this World War II? Whichever war it is, though, this short story captures perfectly the enthusiasm young children had during that time, and yet the tragedy of what actually occurred.


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