Bomb Shelter Short Story

The bomb rattled my little house in the little town of Berne . That was the obvious sign to go to the bomb shelter, our backyard we ran fast so we our life’s wouldn’t end. We were almost there when my brother James ran back into the house, that was barely standing, and then my other brother Charlie ran after him, to most likely protect him.Then my mother then pushed my sister, Rosalie, in the bomb shelter. Then the boys came running out, James holding holding a picture of our father, serving in the war world two. We were in the bomb shelter most of the night and the following day, praying that us and our father would be safe. The next day after the bombs destroyed our house my mother led us to the train station, where all of the kids were being sent off to safer areas. We got on the train tears our eyes and waved to our mother not …show more content…
The train train blew a puff of steam then we went off to mysterious lands, mountains, by oceans, ranges, cattle farms. Our compartment was full of kids, but the train kept on going and going so long that almost everybody else got off then the train stopped at a platform in the country, and someone called out “Mary, James, Rosalie, and Charlie, this is your stop, your foster family should come and pick you up.” Me and my brothers and sister waited for at least ten minutes, when a horse and buggy came said “Mary, James, Rosalie, Carlie where are you.” We went to stand in front of her. “Go in the buggy: the oldest one.” She said looking at Charlie you can help your siblings in the buggy won’t you.” Charlie said “Yes, I can ma’am.” Then he walked around opened the door and helped us in, then we were on our way to a place we didn’t know. We were on the buggy for at least an hour, going past cattle and horse. Then we saw this huge house, it was so huge I just couldn’t believe it. The lady go off of the horse and walked around and opened the door got us out