My Narrative:

It’s 1914, the time that you would never like to be.                                                                                                                            Gun shots, wounded people, the horror. Hi, Im Tess, and I live in this house, alone. Holes in the walls, mice in the attic and planes of old wood cover the doors. I really don’t like it here, but I have to stay. It’s more safer then to go outside. My dad joined the army as well as my Mum.

I hear footsteps thumping to the house in the distance. BANG, BANG, BANG! Someone is kicking at the door. To be exact there is THREE BIG MEN kicking at the door. I run upstairs, tripping over them, one bye one. One of the men kicked the door of it’s hinges. I start to panic.

A BIG hand grips my shoulder. He must of came in from the back door. I turn around cautiously as he covers my mouth with his other hand. He picks me up and takes me to the kitchen as the others follow. He throws me onto the chair and glares at me. So I glared back. No one speaks. My mind is racing with confusion. “Why are they here?” “Who are they?”

The man opens his mouth to speak, as I interrupt.