[Plot of story] Went to Imperial War museum to see the aeroplanes and things to do with World War I. Saw our friend Katie, friend Liv-Astrid and many other people that we know.
[Story] I woke up one day to hear my family skittling around the kitchen and lounge of my house. I got up, did my Morning Routine and hurried downstairs. My mother shouted at me to put my shoes and coat on then ushered me out the door and into our car. About fourty-five minutes after we dropped my brother off at school, we arrived at a random Imperial War Museum. When we got there, we guided ourselves into a wide but dark room where we sat down on some rows of chairs scattered around by the back of the room. About three lights automatically came on to show a woman in the dim lights, as if she was lurking in the shadows. But obviously, she had pretty much failed.
“Hello, kiddies,” she said, appearing after a moment or two to look at her face that she seemed quite a nice woman. We all smiled, liking her just about 15% out of 100%. “I am here to guide you around the thoughts of World War I.” She grinned and clasped her hands over her tattered belt. She still seemed nice, but scary. I’d narrow it down to 10% now. I raised my hand.
“Yes?”
“How long ago was World War I?” I asked smartly, standing up as I spoke. The woman smiled again, probably glad of the questions. “1914 to 1918.” She said. I lowered myself down onto the seat I had once sat on. Many other questions were asked.
Once all the answering had been finished, the woman was almost panting from her brain whizzing around so much. I could clearly see that she had almost nothing less to tell us. Anyway, she switched on a large screen hidden in the corner of the room. A beaming white picture slotted into the screen bowed towards us kids and our astonished parents. The woman began to tell and tell, until asked for some volunteers. I was wishing my hand would never go up, but the woman’s eyes started at my shoulders down to my wrists, where the arm suddenly shot upwards. I wasn’t so sure about this woman anymore. Quickly, before I could pull my hand back down she beckoned me up onto the stage with three other kids who had probably had the same treatment with their arms. At least they looked at terrified as me.
“You are to put on some coats. War coats. You -” she said, pointing to the first boy about the age of ten, “are quite lucky but also unlucky. You may wear this coat. Brown buttons, suitable to blend into the ground in trenches, a greeny-camouflage main coat part and also quite comfortable. But you may have at least 150 crawling lice, so boo-hoo.” She grinned a naughty-looking grin as you placed a darg green hat on the scared boy’s blonde head. She then moved onto the next person, while the blonde boy tried to take off his hat and coat and return to the audience, but the woman eyed him. He stopped.
Once the woman began to move over to me, I winced. My mother and friends’ mothers peered closely at me. I could see they thought that the woman was slightly fishy too. My mother’s hand rose, but I slowly shook my head and she pulled it back down towards her lap. She whispered to my friend Katie’s mum, and then turned to say the same to my other friend Liv-Astrid’s (pronounced Liv-Ustri’s) mum. They began to mutter and then just stared.
“Now,” the woman said, handing me a brown coat. “You may have about fifty lice, and also you are quite camouflaged…brown, green..” she paused. “Ideal,” she said, and taking our coats off, she ushered us back to our seats in the audience.
She talked once more before muttering a bit to the adults. They nodded and left the room without saying a word. My mother looked back at me as she left the door. She looked scared and worried, but finally, she took out a pinky-orangey-reddy flask from her bag (THAT I’D NEVER SEEN BEFORE) and guzzled up a drink, leaving seven drips of a blue-green liquid on the floor, as clear and rounded as a squished butterfly. I pushed to the front of the Frightened Children Crowd, knelt down and dipped my finger in the teal watery stuff. I smelt it and slowly licked it. I went mad, I felt dizzy. I jumped up, roamed around the room like a free gorilla and collapsed sadly on the middle of the floor.
I then woke up in such disgrace. My clean, blonde hair had been ripped and bits of fluffy dust had been crafted into it. I pushed it away from my face, finding a blurred crowd of people watching a woman with a belt and a freakish smile [recognise?] banging on about a small plane used in the war, probably a tenth survival, as so many planes had been broken to bits and not survivals.
P.S. CERTAIN PARTS IN STORY MAY NOT BE TRUE, BUT INCORRECT, FALSE, UTTER NONSENCE TO MAKE THE KIDS READING HAPPIER. EXAMPLE: She talked once more before muttering a bit to the adults. They nodded and left the room without saying a word. My mother looked back at me as she left the door. She looked scared and worried, but finally, she took out a pinky-orangey-reddy flask from her bag (THAT I’D NEVER SEEN BEFORE) and guzzled up a drink, leaving seven drips of a blue-green liquid on the floor, as clear and rounded as a squished butterfly. I pushed to the front of the Frightened Children Crowd, knelt down and dipped my finger in the teal watery stuff. I smelt it and slowly licked it. I went mad, I felt dizzy. I jumped up, roamed around the room like a free gorilla and collapsed sadly on the middle of the floor.
