Today I found some coins lying around in a bombed house and I took them and decided to buy a small book from the black market so that I could write a diary about the war and then sell it (after the war) to a collector for money.
My mother wanted to keep me and my brother with the family here in London, so we were not evacuated. I wasn't very happy with this decision because it meant that I might not see my friends who were leaving ever again.
Still, some of my friends are staying and we know where to get the best looking pieces of shrapnel to win in the competitions that are held at the end of the day at school.
Yesterday evening, I had just found an egg shaped piece of shrapnel and was about to go into my house when the air raid sirens started blaring like anything. I dropped the box with the piece and rushed home with my family and hoped my cardboard box with the shrapnel would still be there after the raid.
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