3A

If I had to join this war...I had to find a way to get there.

So I set off from the house, striding cheerfully and whistling a merry tune. Soon I arrived at the bus stop, and joined in the happy chat of the old folk of Long Lawford.

It was not cheerful for long though; soon there was a hush as we heard the tremendous roar coming from further into the heart of the viliage. The 3a was on its way. The demon bus driver raced round the corner and came to a sudden stop next to me that shook me to my very bones. I climbed aboard and stated my destination...those evil eyes stared me out before he stated simply...

"£1.20"

I handed over the expensive fair and quickly went to the back of the bus. Pulling out a pen from my bag I started drawing on the back of the seat.

All was not well though. As soon as we started out on this treacherous journey, we stopped. I heard a hush, but carried on my crude drawing. Suddenly I was pulled up by my ear and flung towards the door. Landing hard on my arse, I placed a I-am-not-amused look upon my features. Hurriedly I stepped from the bus in fear of this horrific driver, and started walking instead.

Little did I know that being flung to the front of that bus, was the start of my effort in this great war...