The Railway Children By Faatimah


Posted by 5s | Posted in General News | Posted on 02-05-2013

As they looked quietly for the key to the house young Phyllis cuddled up behind mother. Roberta, who was the eldest, shivered as she picked up the key from under door mat and slowly opened the creaking door. It was cold and gloomy inside, the wind whistling in the trees behind them.

They walked hesitantly into the kitchen, the darkness swallowing them up. Suddenly Peter jumped.

“What’s that?” he asked in horror.

“Rats,” Bobbie (Roberta) replied. The children stared at the kitchen, looking at the old, rusty worktops and the dusty, wooden table, which stood in the middle of the room like a statue. Mrs Perks, the cook and cleaner, did not leave any food for them!

“I am starving! What are we going to eat?” exclaimed Peter.

“Mrs Perks has not lest any food. We’ll just have to wait until morning!” Mother replied gently, so the four of them went to sleep on their cold, small beds, which cried under their weight.

The next sunny morning, the children woke up early. As Mother was still sleeping they decided to explore the neighbourhood. Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis got changed into their pretty clothes and left a note for Mother just in case she was worried about them. Roberta carefully shut the door and held Phyllis’s small hand.

Peter rushed ahead, climbing up the rocky path. The children slowly strolled through the woods, looking at the magnificent plants and flowers.

“Can you hear trains?” questioned Phyllis.

“Yes let’s go and find them! Come on!” answered Peter.

Bobbie trailed behind thinking about her Father, “Where was he and when would he come home?”

Peter and Phyllis stopped. The called Roberta and told her to come quick. Heart thumping, she rushed worriedly towards them.

“Look horses!” Phyllis whispered quietly.

“Oh! I thought something bad had happened!” Bobbie sighed in relief. They sat on the wooden fence, watching the beautiful horses swiftly trot by.

After a while, Phyllis was tired and wanted to go home so the three of them turned around and walked back to the cottage. “Let’s go this way! There is a path!” Peter suggested with energy. Bobbie knew he would throw a tantrum if they did not listen to him so she agreed. The gentle breeze caressed their face. A red train whistled by. The children waved at the woman on the train and she smiled back.

Finally, they got home and entered to find a lady singing merrily whilst stirring a pot of soup. Mother hurried in the room, “Where have you been?” she said. “It’s nearly lunch time!” The family sat down at the old, wooden table. “Oh Mother, it was fantastic. There were horses and ponies and flowers. Even trains!” Phyllis endlessly chattered while Mother and Peter chuckled. Roberta quietly sipped her soup, wondering about her Father.

Every morning, sun or rain, the children would hurry to the railway station and wave to the lady on the 8:10 train. One morning the children decided to go early to the station so they could watch the gentle horses gallop by. Suddenly, Phyllis noticed a small, hazelnut horse limping on the track and without warning it collapsed, blocking the railway track. “Bobbie come on, we have to save the horse AND the passengers on the train!” Phyllis exclaimed, running towards the station. Peter and Bobbie ran after her.

“Wait for us,” yelled Peter, “you are running too fast!”

Finally they arrived at the station. Phyllis ran to the station Master and told him about the tragic accident on the train track. Bobbie spotted the kind woman, sitting on the small bench, waiting for the 8:10 train. The lady greeted Roberta with a warm hand. She was ever so nice

Meanwhile, Peter found a red flag and tried to wave it in the air so the black steam train would stop. The train was approaching, the whistling sound growing louder. “Come on! The horse will die!” cried Phyllis.

The station master hurried over to the signal box and put up a red light on the signal. Peter, who was worried, dropped the flag and rushed to the cottage to call Mother.

“What?” asked Mother, “a horse on the train track?”

“Come on! Hurry! I’ll explain on the way,” Peter replied.

They quickly the tracks, Peter blabbering on about the horse. A group of workmen, big and muscular, were digging out the tracks, heaving out the injured horse. The black train stood still at the station. Mother, who used to be a vet, did some tests on the horse to see if it was ok. Luckily the horse was alright!

The Lady, Edna, thanked Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis for saving her. If she was on that train then the horse would have been killed and the passengers would have been harmed! Edna got chatting with Mother and came home to the cottage for tea.

A month later, the children had settled in but Mother was unhappy with the décor and furnishing of the house. 2 days later a letter from Father appeared in the post…

Dear Mary, Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis

I hope you are all doing well. I am sorry that I have been away and left you in the countryside but it will all work out when I arrive back home. I shall tell you the reason why I have been away when I come to the cottage. The money in the envelope should help you to redecorate the house. I promise I will be home soon…

Love Father X x x

Mother and the children peered inside the envelope to find a cheque. They all cuddled up and sat on the sofa, reading the letter over and over. Later in the week Mother went to the decorating shop and spent the money on some new furniture, heating, lights and all the modern conveniences. Day after day Bobbie sat at the window waiting for Father to arrive but she never asked Mother about him. One bright day, a man in a black coat arrived at the door. The children ran up to Father squealing in delight…

Comments (2)

I have enjoyed this story alot.
It has a balance of dialogue
It also has good verbs, adjectives and adverbs.
WELL DONE!!!!!!!! 🙂 😉

Fantastic ending and good use of adjectives.

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