In a time not yet heard of in 2083 the Third World War had just begun. The little people of Kobe, Japan were preparing themselves for any terror that should enter their country. It was spring so despite the war it was a lovely place to be seen. The cherry trees were in full blossom, and the rivers were running smoothly. Near Lake Nagassi sat a young boy named Charlie, he was only 12 and the only place he felt safe was here near this lake. You could see the fear in his deep blue eyes. He had been evacuated from London, away from his family in hope that he would be safe but Charlie didn’t think so. He thought that his parents had abandoned him and that they would never see each other again, he almost felt like he could hate them for doing such a thing. All of a sudden sirens could be heard and Charlie knew it was time to go back to the bomb shelter with the other children. As he walked back slowly up the river that ran into the Lake he noticed something, a pile of sticks with cardboard quite damp but it looked as though someone had tried to make a sort of shelter, house type thing. Charlie was very curious to know what was inside and how it got there. He made his way down the embankment but heard more sirens so he decided it would have to wait till the next time that he could get down there. When Charlie got inside the Shelter he found himself

a little corner and thought of all the things his new discovery could be for, slowly he drifted off to sleep. But he was awoken only a few hours later by some bombs going off. He was very terrified and wondered when it would be over.

The bomb raid lasted three days and Charlie had begun to wonder if his discovery was ok, whether the river was still there. A lot ran through his mind in those long three days. Finally he was able to go outside. He ran as fast as he could down to the river to find his little discovery, but he found more than just the pile of sticks and cardboard. There was a man in a brown leather jacket and top hat sitting next to it lighting a fire. “Hello there little boy, what brings you to Lake Nagassi?” said the man. Charlie just stood there and stared, he was too scared to say anything back. “My name is Tom. I won’t hurt you, come down here,” said the man. Charlie slowly moved forward and said, “I’m Charlie, I’m from London, I have to stay in that bomb shelter but I found this lake and I liked it here so I come here when ever it’s safe.” “Pleased to meet you Charlie, would you like to join me for a cup of tea?” Charlie replied in a more comfortable voice, “Yes please,” so he went over to Tom and sat down next to him.