Remember Me

Elizabeth Clot is a fourteen year old girl whose life has been twisted and changed forever because of WW2. After being evacuated to South Wales days after her fourteenth birthday, she meets a new boy. Dark, mysterious who captures are attention. Will this be a happy ending? Or do they never exist?


1. Starting out

The air raid siren pierced the sky. It was around 2 am – 18th September 1940. Elizabeth Clot’s fourteenth birthday. Her father, Harold Clot, had been summoned to go to war down south. Elizabeth was a few hours away from him, since she was currently in her old, crumbling home in Birmingham. Her brother, Max Clot, was being woken up by her mother, Jacqueline Clot, in the mattress next to her.

“Wake up, Max! We must go!” Mother screamed, dragging a half-awake half-asleep eight year old boy towards the garden. Elizabeth followed them as quickly as she could, grabbing the photo of her family in the midst. They lived in one room in the bottom floor of a house that they shared with their aunt and uncle whose home had been bombed in Coventry.

Max and Elizabeth were scheduled to be evacuated to South Wales the next day, where they would then be taken in by a –hopefully- loving foster family until the war ended.

When Elizabeth arrived where her mother and brother were, she was shoved inside the Anderson shelter after her brother. Her aunt and uncle were nowhere to be seen. The second after her mother entered the shelter, a massive explosion was heard right next to them. Together they screamed and screamed and screamed. And screamed some more.

Ten minutes after the all clear was given, Mother, Max and Elizabeth exited the Anderson shelter. There were piles of debris surrounding them, massive heaps of rubble. A few volunteers offered to take them in, but they refused.

“Oh, you poor dear,” an elderly lady cooed. “You must be in great shock.” Shock was tiny compared to what she really felt. Her aunt and uncle were in there. They must be….. She couldn’t bear to think about it any more, so, clutching her photo she managed to muster all the courage she could get to be as strong as she could for her brother. Especially her mother.

“Mother,” Elizabeth whispered, tugging gently at Jackie’s sleeve. “We must find shelter. Come on, mother.”

Jacqueline stood there, her mouth wide open as she stared at the ruined building. Her sister was in there; her sister and brother in law. She didn’t know what to do. Unlike her daughter, Jackie wasn’t as strong and self-supporting. She relied on her husband to be the man, but without him, Elizabeth had to fill in the role.

“Mother,” Elizabeth whispered urgently, tugging harder at her sleeve. “We need to go. Jessica might take us in, come on!”

Jessica was Elizabeth’s best friend. Like Elizabeth, her hair was a light shade of brown that waved down to her shoulders. She was quite slim, with a heart-shaped face that suited her hair. Her wide, brown eyes were so innocent that she could pull of any lie if she wanted to.

“Mother!” Elizabeth shouted, impatient.

“What?” Mother snapped back, waking up from her trance.

“Let’s go. We’ll come back in the morning after some sleep.” To prove Elizabeth’s statement, Max lolled his head on Mother’s elbow, stifling a yawn. Defeated, Jackie let her daughter lead her to Jessica’s house, a couple of streets away.

Jessica Sutton’s house was a little larger than Elizabeth’s, for her father was a doctor. Because of his job, her father didn’t have to go fight in a war, which left the odds of him dying considerably less than Elizabeth’s father.

Elizabeth, Jackie and Matt dragged their tired bodies towards Jessica’s house, where they hoped to seek food, warmth and shelter. Jessica’s mother wasn’t as wise and kind as Jessica herself, but hopefully her father was at home since he was much kinder.

Elizabeth rapped on the door quietly three times, stepped back a little and waited patiently with her mother and brother who were hanging loosely on her arm. The door opened slightly and revealed a tall, thin woman who was in a white, silk nightgown. Her scowl revealed that Elizabeth and the two people clinging onto her arm weren’t welcome.

“What?” she snapped, squinting her eyes to send a death glare at Elizabeth. Elizabeth kept her face a mask of calm and said what she revised in her head earlier.

“I am ever so sorry to bother you, ma’am,” she started in her polite, clear voice. “But our house has just been bombed down.” She paused to look at Jessica’s mother’s (whose name was Lucy) reaction. A slight flicker of pity showed on her face. “My uncle and aunty are nowhere to be seen; we assume they are dead, but we’re not entirely sure. We have nowhere else to go. Please will you take us in? My brother and I are evacuating tomorrow anyway, and I’ll try get my mother to safety if she cannot stay here that long. Please will you do us this favour? We would be forever in your debt.”

There was an awkward silence for a few moments.


“What’s happening?” Jessica’s dad, James, came down the stairs in his cotton nightgown. His gas mask dangled on his arm and he rubbed his eyes sleepily as he trudged his way towards his wife. Lucy’s lips were pursed.

“These three were just leaving. Weren’t you?”

“Please, sir. Our house has been bombed down, we have nowhere to go. Max and I are evacuating tomorrow but I’m not sure where mother could go. Please, sir. We won’t be any hassle,” Elizabeth pleaded, taking advantage of the situation.

“Of course!” James exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock and surprise.

The next day Elizabeth and Max clutched at their cases while hugging their mother goodbye. Jackie blinked back unwanted tears that she didn’t want her children to see and hugged them tightly.

“Behave sweethearts,” she whispered in their ears. “We’ll be together after this dreaded war is over.” Tears fell freely after this statement because they didn’t know if they’d ever see each other again.

“I love you, mother. Take care, ok?” Elizabeth said, gently pulling Max onto the stationary train.

The train slowly made its way out of the station, and loads of children screamed goodbye to their mothers as they became smaller and smaller.

“Do you think we’ll ever see mother again?” Max asked, cowering on the corner of the seat next to the window.

Elizabeth looked blankly out of the window. She was scared, petrified, yet excited and reassured to know that at the very least they’ll be safe.

“I don’t know, Max. I honestly don’t know.”

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