Mon 1st Feb 10
World War Hero
She had never thought about how she would die. Her golden eyes stared up at the heavy, metal cylinder flying fast towards her. She didn t come to London to die; she came to do what her heart told her, her destiny. She closed her eyes to find herself floating away from London; soon the houses were just tiny dots. Seconds later, she wasn t over England at all, she was back in Prince Edward Island, walking though the lush village of Avonlea
Cramming the last piece of toast into her mouth, she set of to do her daily paper route around Avonlea. Before leaving, she picked up her t atty, brown leather purse, which contained her last picture of her mother. Molly had never seen her mother since her parent s divorce. She left Prince Edward s Island to live in London so she could be far away from Molly s father. Although Molly is sixteen , she didn t take it in very well. While delivering the newspapers, she couldn t help but peak at the story that had made the front page. She pulled the elastic of that was tied with a neat bow and unrolled the newspaper. After just glancing at the heading printed in bold, back letter, she turned very tense and dropped the newspaper that was in her hands.
LONDON IN DANGER BECAUSE OF WAR
Molly ran home as fast as her skinny legs could carry her. Bursting through the front door, she yelled Father, Father! Mother is in danger!
After explaining to her father, he unexpectedly responded almost carelessly. It s nice that you want to save her, but I really don t think there is any point. She is probably dead already anyway. Molly wouldn t stand it. She refused to stay home; going about her life as usual when there was still a chance that her mother was still alive and molly didn t want to waste that chance.
Day after day, Molly visited the town bulletin board to see if any posts had come up about ships sailing to London, but of course there weren t any. London was being bombed for crying out loud!
While wandering around the village one summer s afternoon, Molly decided to visit her old friend Harry who is a sailor that used to work in the navy and you can usually find hi fishing at the dock.
So Molly explained to Harry what she was trying to do to save her mother. What are you doing just wandering around trying to find someone when I m a sailor myself! he mumbled loudly through the black pipe sticking out of his mouth.
It was hard getting out of the little cottage with a suitcase without her father knowing, but once she boarded Harry s small ship, she could relax since she and Harry were the only people on the boat. For the rest of the trip, Molly couldn trelax at all, thinking about what could have happen d to her mother.
Stepping out of the ship, she waved goodbye to Harry then suddenly, a deafening scream rang out. Molly and Harry whirled around on their spots to see what had happened. They saw it. Three cargo aeroplanes were flying not that far above them when one of them dropped their first bomb. Screams ech oed through the town as everyone fled and shoved one another into the few bomb shelters surrounding them. Molly tried to make her way into one too but for some reason, she couldn t feel her legs. She tried to scream, but he couldn t find her voice. She had never thought about how she would die. Her golden eyes stared up at the
heavy, metal cylinder flying fast towards her. She didn t come to London to die, she came to do what her heart told her, her destiny, which was to save her mother. She closed her eyes to find herself floating away from London; soon the houses were just tiny dots. Seconds later, she wasn t over England at all, she was back in Prince Edward Island, walking though the lush village of Avonlea
Blinking hard, Molly sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was in a bomb shelter. People were huddled together tightly, some sobbing quietly into their handkerchiefs and some were even praying. Harry explained to her that he grabbed her before the bomb hit and got her into the bomb shelter. Molly thanked Harry dearly for his kindness and bravery.
The next morning, they woke up in a two-star hotel that Harry had kindly paid for. A few seconds after Molly woke up, her mother s address rang in her head That s it! Two-two-two-eight Primrose Hill! Molly left Harry snoring away in his king bed embroided with golden patterns while she set of to Primrose Hill.
Molly thanked the kind, old man for the horse -and-carriage ride to Primrose Hill. She waved as he turned the corner and was soon out of sight. She glanced down at the ragged piece of paperin her hand containing the address of her mother s house. She took a deep breath. Number two-two-two-eight. she murmured under her breath. Molly hadn t really had the chance to look up and when she did, sh e gasped in horror at the revolting sight. Primrose Hill had definitely been bombed. All that was left of the houses were their elements scattered all over the street, there was not single tree standing, and what was supposed to be grass was actually mud. Molly now knew that the chances of her mother still being alive were extremely slim, but she refused to turn her back on her last hope. As she wandered through the demolished street, she came across a vast pile of wood where a small cottage once stood. Just then, she noticed a scrap of metal lying directly in front of the demolished cottage. As she crouched down to inspect it, she noticed some faded symbols carved into the metal. While clearing the dust of the metal, she soon
found out that they weren t symbols at all, they were numbers! They read twotwo-two-eight. At once, she knew this was the house she was looking for. Now that it was obvious her mother was dead, molly decided to collect a souvenir from the pile as a memory of her fun-loving, caring mother. But before she took one step towards the pile, something suddenly moved within it. Molly jumped back in fright. She crept foreword again, slowly and carefully, pushing away the wood on top of the pile. Before long, she had uncov ered her mother s body, but indeed, she was not dead. She wore torn and ragged clothes and her eyes were yellow and bloodshot. Her only injury was that her leg had a five -inch cut that was still oozing with blood. Both Molly and her mother seemed to be in deep shock.
Five months later, back in Prince Edward Island, Molly s mother was resting her bandaged leg on a golden, embroided pillow while molly helped her father wash the dishes. Harry was still snoozing away in his new bedroom upstairs. Two months ago, Harry had lost his ranch because he had become broke, so molly s family kindly offered him a new home. Molly could now live her life as usual again, except with one extra bonus