Something about Evacuees in London at the time of World War II (inspired by my English assignment for Goodnight Mister Tom)

John started down the quiet street. It seemed to grow more silent as each day passed. Only a few months ago there seemed to be so many children running around in the streets playing their games. Now there were hardly any children – only the odd one, shuffling slowly down the street, bowed against the cold. And the only people to be seen were nervous adults, staring out of windows with their faces pointed towards the sky. Even then the people would only appear for a few seconds – they didn't have any time for anything else. Not even for the dirty ragged boy walking by the streets.

It wasn't John's fault that he couldn't be evacuated. Only registered school children could be, and John had found out about it way too late. Already half the expected amount of children had been removed from the "danger zones". Only the most unfortunate kids had been left behind.

John had been an orphan for as long as he had known. No one had taken him in – loved or cared for him in any way. He had been alone. And somehow, he thought that it would always be that way.

I've always liked being on my own, he though to himself. Even as he thought it, he felt a pang in his heart as a mother ushered her son inside. Stop it, he thought desperately. I don't need this. John bent his head lower against the wind and hurried on. He had no idea where he could spend the night. Lately, everything had been made more difficult for him – and John had no idea why.

He didn't know why adults hardly walked the streets now – especially at night. He didn't know why the evacuation was put in place. He didn't know why everything was changing. All he knew was that something big was going on, and it wasn't just London that was changing. John had heard adults talking in hushed whispers as he passed them by. Everywhere in the world, it seemed, was changing from the quiet peaceful life it had known. Fear and terror was everywhere. And apparently, everyone was waiting for London to follow suit. How much more would the city change? John had so many questions and so few answers. And he didn't know who to turn to for his answers. No one seemed to know the answers, although none of them would admit it. But John knew that deep down that they were all as terrified as the next person was. All that they could do about it was give the impression that they knew exactly what was going on. But the cruel truth was that they didn't know. Nobody knew.

So his questions began to continue to grow with no answers in sight.

John waited for the small car to pass him by before he crossed the road. It had started to rain a few minutes ago and John wanted to find shelter as soon as possible. The wetter it became, the harder it would be to find a place to stay. He waited impatiently for the car to drive by.

But the car seemed to be slowing down as it reached him. John was puzzled. He didn't know anyone well enough to be given a lift anywhere. It wasn't as if he had been asking for anything anyway. He shook his head in confusion. Everything in his life seemed to be turning upside down on top of him. And none of it was in his control.