The Railway Children by Maariyah


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

The Railway Children

Finally, they had arrived at their new destination. Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis all looked out to see the fields and the woods. As they got out of the steam train, they tiredly trudged up the hill behind the porter. It was very exhausting as the path was muddy and rocky. Phyllis flagged behind the others. Everyone was weary and was ready for bed. They slowly approached the dilapidated house. As they opened the door, which had cracks in. It yawned open from its deep sleep.

Everyone hesitantly go into the old cottage. “Come on children, help me light some candles over there,” said mother. “Mother I hate this cottage there are mice everywhere, it is cold and there are cracks in the ceiling,” complained Phyllis.

Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis went upstairs to their unpleasant rooms. They got ready and climbed into bed. He beds cried under their weight.

The next morning, the children were awoken by a loud chime of a bell. They rushed down stairs to see their mother sat down writing. “Mother, what are you doing?” exclaimed Bobbie, whilst rubbing her face. “I am writing poems and little books to sell to the neighbours so we can get some money my love,” said her mother tiredly.

Bobbie, peter and Phyllis left their mother aloe and breakfast. After having breakfast they went upstairs and got ready. Minutes after, they went outside to see the sun beaming in the clear sky. This cheered them up. The neighbours were out planting some beautiful flowers.

Bobbie made a suggestion that they should explore the fields and railway station. A little while later, the children were exploring the wonderful fields. When suddenly they heard a loud rumbling noise, which sounded like a dragon, coming from the nearby cave. They decided to investigate this unusual, strange sound. Just as they got to the old, grubby fence a train came zooming out of the dark and gloomy cave. They then went to the nearby station.

As they approached the small village station Roberta, peter and Phyllis calmly strolled onto the stone platform. At the end of the station there sat a quiet, old man, who seemed like he worked there. The children came near to the man. “Hello!” said Phyllis, “What is your name?”

“My name is Charlie Smith, the ticket collector,” he replied, “What are your names?”

“My name is Roberta, Bobbie for short,” she replied.

“My name is Peter,” he maturely replied.

“And my name is Phyllis.” The children sat next to the old man.

Hey chatted for a very long time. When Phyllis interrupted, “We must be getting home; it soon will be story time.”

“I have some stories. They are really interesting!” Mr Smith said. They sat there listening to stories all evening.

Every noon they would go to the old gentleman and listen to his wonderful stories, which got them engrossed. They would spend hours listening to him. One very beautiful evening, when the children went to the station, they noticed the small bench at the end was empty.

The children rushed home to get there binoculars. They searched the fields and railway station but could not find him any where. Finally they decided to tell their mother about this situation. “Mother you must come and help us find our friend!” said Phyllis. Without a moment to spare she pulled her mother along.

Minutes later, they were searching everything again. They came to the dark, deep woods. “I don’t want to go in the woods,” moaned Phyllis. She clutched her mother’s hand firmly.

The leaves and twigs crunched under their feet. Step by step they reached the centre of the woods. The sun pierced through the fiery leaves. Suddenly they heard a loud cry. Mother, Roberta, Peter and Phyllis ran towards the cry. There in front of them lay Mr Smith.

They ran to help him. Dark, red blood was flowing everywhere. “Bobbie quickly go home and fetch the first aid kit in the kitchen.” Roberta ran home and grabbed the kit.

Mean while, in the woods Mr Smith was in great pain. “What were you doing here?” questioned Phyllis,

just when Bobbie returned. Mother mended his wounded leg. They helped him up. With a limp they slowly made their way out of the forest.

When they got back to the village they took Mr Smith his house. “Take care of yourself,” said mother.

“I will, don’t worry,” he replied.

The next morning, they had a great celebration to thank the children for their great kindness. “I would like to give you a little thank you present on recuing me. How about a job here? You would be great.” Smiles spread across the children’s faces. “We would love to,” they cried out. So every day they would work there and after their long day of work Mr Smith would tell them story of the railway children and how their lives  had changed the day they came to the country side.


Comments (1)

Wow Wow Wow! Some good writing there, I wish I wrote like that but I don’t know what some of the words mean.

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