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Tale of a humble maid called Florence Clemente who worked as a scullery maid who served a wealthy family until 1939 when the Blitz began. This changes her lifestyle immensely.From living in a luxurious manor,to the grimy streets of London.On this adventure she faces the fact she has to find a new way to earn her keep. The most hardest part of it all is that she also has to hide away from the Germans above her.........
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Submitted:Mar 17, 2013    Reads: 30    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


When War Breaks Out

Chapter 1

I am Florence Clemente. I am a scullery maid, which also means a maid of all work. Do not mistaken my tone, I do love the work I do here at the manor (appart from cleaning used chamber pots) and am truly thankful to my employers Sir and Lady Downton. Oh, and what a joy thier children Marget and Timmy are! Those little children make my day, esspecialy when they have been for ther daily bike ride. Thier plump cheeks are the colour of cherries!! Delightful children they are.

Anyways, I will be using this as a diary I suppose, since sewing till my knuckles are raw is hardly my favourite pass time activity. Well I suppose I better start this diary of right at the begining of my life, so you have a little piece of information about me. I'll tell you about me shall I? Well here it goes....

Everyone says you can't remeber back to babyhood. Back then I asked all my folks if it was true. They all said the same, even my wisest brother Martin insisted this is true. However, I'm certain they were all wrong on this point. I can remember. I can recall the worst day ever, when my dearest mother bathed me and dressed me in my napkin and my prickly petticoats and my little white gown she had stiched herself. She wrapped me in a crocheted shawl and then carried me outside. She took me on a long, long journey. I remember the roar and whistle of the train, then I think we took a cab because I remember wailing at the strange bumping and the clacking of horses' hooves. I remember looking up at her. She was holding me tighter while cradeling me in her arms. As I looked closer I saw tears in her very own eyes. She was crying too. Then the bump-clack stopped and my mother stayed crouching inside, shaking, so that I shook too. The cabman shouted at her and she gave me one last kiss.

"I will always love you" was the last thing she ever said to me. Then she clambered out of the cab, clutching my closer to her chest. She gave the cabman the fare and then began to walk towards a tall gateway. She murmerd something the the gate keeper then we were took inside a cold bleak building. I new we wasn't alone. The cries of other babies scared me. I remember looking up at my mother for what seemed as the last time and thinking almost immeditaly what was going to happen. Even at such a young age, I knew what was hurtling towards me.

I was to be separated from my mother. After gazing into her tearful eyes, new hands grabbed me and took me into a large room full to the brim of other babies no younger than I was. My mother was gone. I was alone.....

THANKS FOR READING THIS FIRST CHAPTER!!! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK SO FAR, ITS A VERY SHORT INTRODUCTION TO MY STORY BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER!!! PLEASE TELL ME IF I HAD MADE ANY STUPID MISTAKES AND IDEAS OF HOW MY STORY WILL TAKE OFF WOULD BE GREAT!!

THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! <3 :)





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