They
could feel the reverberation of the bombs hitting the ground. Shaking the
tunnel so hard that dust and tiny pieces of rubble fell onto their heads. The
sound of planes flying just over them filled the girls with fear. They sat
together in hiding, two orphans in the middle of a war. They had nowhere to go
without fearing for their lives. The rat-tat-tat of guns sounded closer and
closer.
“Penelope, I’m so scared.” Leslie whispered. Leslie was practically Penelope’s sister. They had already been through so much together and now they had to go through a war. Leslie had tears filling in her eyes making her green eyes look so vivid in the dark. Penelope grabbed Leslie’s hand and held it tight. “I am too Leslie.” Penelope said. They sat together with their hands intertwined; not knowing what would happen to them. They just wanted it all to stop, they didn’t want to die like this.
In the distance they could hear another bomber plane. Penelope’s heart beat faster the closer the plane came. She had the sudden realization that this was it. The bomb from this plane would descend on them and they would be dead. It filled Penelope with so much fear that she began to shake violently. Leslie’s eyes became wide with the same realization and she began to cry even harder. Penelope kept shaking, closing her eyes hoping that it was close off the rest of the world. She wished she was somewhere else, anywhere but here.
In a flash everything was quiet. She opened eyes to a small blue room, and panic filled within her. “Leslie?!” She screamed, sitting up from the bed. She walked around the room wondering where she was. “LESLIE?!” She yelled again. Suddenly a women came bursting in through the door. She was dressed in odd clothes and her face was filled with concern. “Jenna sweetie are you okay?” She asked. But Penelope was frantic as she looked around. She had just lost her friend and she had no clue where she was. As she turned away, she caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall. A gasp escaped her as she stared at her reflection. She was wearing the same weird style of clothing as the women, but her body was not her own and neither the face staring back at her. She was not where she used to be, in the middle of a war in 1940, She was not who she was supposed to be.
“Penelope, I’m so scared.” Leslie whispered. Leslie was practically Penelope’s sister. They had already been through so much together and now they had to go through a war. Leslie had tears filling in her eyes making her green eyes look so vivid in the dark. Penelope grabbed Leslie’s hand and held it tight. “I am too Leslie.” Penelope said. They sat together with their hands intertwined; not knowing what would happen to them. They just wanted it all to stop, they didn’t want to die like this.
In the distance they could hear another bomber plane. Penelope’s heart beat faster the closer the plane came. She had the sudden realization that this was it. The bomb from this plane would descend on them and they would be dead. It filled Penelope with so much fear that she began to shake violently. Leslie’s eyes became wide with the same realization and she began to cry even harder. Penelope kept shaking, closing her eyes hoping that it was close off the rest of the world. She wished she was somewhere else, anywhere but here.
In a flash everything was quiet. She opened eyes to a small blue room, and panic filled within her. “Leslie?!” She screamed, sitting up from the bed. She walked around the room wondering where she was. “LESLIE?!” She yelled again. Suddenly a women came bursting in through the door. She was dressed in odd clothes and her face was filled with concern. “Jenna sweetie are you okay?” She asked. But Penelope was frantic as she looked around. She had just lost her friend and she had no clue where she was. As she turned away, she caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall. A gasp escaped her as she stared at her reflection. She was wearing the same weird style of clothing as the women, but her body was not her own and neither the face staring back at her. She was not where she used to be, in the middle of a war in 1940, She was not who she was supposed to be.
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