Nancy's POV I was shielded underneath his muscular arms. Death surrounded the shelter, the terrible thunders of the bombs screeched around us. I quivered every time I heard a scream or a howl, even a simple shout. He calmly hushed, comforting whispers into my ear, he tried his best but no one can take away the horror just from talking. Or can they? As the second, whining siren wove itself into the air we breathed a sigh of relief. "Nancy, are you alright my love?" he whispered. "I-I'll be ok Jam" Jam kissed my ear and lifted me up in young arms. Jam is 15, I am 14. His light golden skin was sweaty with fear. I wrapped my arms around his chest, burrowing into him. As if I was trying to dig my way to safety. Jam pushed open the camouflage green door. He trudged over the straw-like grass and flung open the opening of our house. I jumped out of his arms and laid on the scratchy blanket. Jam laid on top of me, pulling the hair away from my body. "I love you Nancy" he breathed. "And I you"I whispered. Jam grinned at me and pressed his soft lips over mine. I felt a shiver down my spine, which made me smile during, his straw coloured hair brushed my forehead, leaving a tingling sensation. Even the nazi's can't ruin this, they can't tear us apart, steal our love. They can break our bones, our souls but they will never break our love, we won't let them. Never.
Jam's POV One arm wrapped tightly around her strong body, the other laid over her chest. The thin cotton of her shirt was silky and soft. Nancy's dark chestnut waves stroked my chest in the draft. "Jam? Are you awake?" she spoke loudly. "Yes Darling?" "Its church tomorrow" "Yes" "The twins won't stare again will they Jam?" "Not if I can help it" "you can" "then there's nothing to worry about, they know I'm not a Nazi, not really" "Don't lie to me Jam" "I promise, it'll be ok" "O-ok"Nancy folded into my arms, she whispered her sacred chant into my chest. As if it will keep them away each night. We believe it does. As your boots reign over us We will lay here and make no fuss Your iron fury is barred away You shall not come, night or day We'll live our lives fully And solve our troubles mutually Your dark cloud will die some day Me and him shall never go astray So take your hurt to thy grave And leave this world with all your naive
Jam's POV The hard, dirt that laid over the barren pathway, crumbled beneath my boots. We trudged along this path for about 5 minutes. It's right out in the countryside, blackberry bushes lie at either side, in the summer the blackberries are juicy and lucious. Tall trees hover beyond them, willow, ash, oak, maple many different types, all gorgeous. As the path became slightly steeper; it lead us onto the road. We kept to the right of it, in a single file line. The same kind of flora hung to the sides of us but, was higher up as it was on a higher level to us. The crumbling dirt below the flora had straggly roots, that are just visible, coming from all directions. During these content walks we barely speak, there is no need, the wind, the birds, the trees speak for us. We stayed along the road until we saw Mr. Crawley's house, the farm. Those two are lovely to us, they gave us milk, meat, butter, cheese, well until the rations came about. They're 3 year old daughter Maisie is ever so sweet. "Hey laddy, you ready to go to church today?" "Wouldn't miss it." I replied to Mr.Cawley. "Hello Mr.Cawley" Nancy popped up from behind me. I laughed, my arms firmly round her waist. "Best be off then kids, see you at church!" "Yes you shall!" I called back to him. The rest of the walk was the same, except more houses appeared every time we got closer to the village. Once we were in the middle of the village, there were country houses and cottages dotted all over. It's very small, cobbled pavements, a main street with the post office, bakery, butcher, news agents and a corner shop. Simple. Country. Or so it seems, happy people, staying strong in the war. Not really, people can say things, nasty things, and they can get round like a house on fire. Until so many people have heard it there's no one else to tell it to, so what do people do? They start to believe it and gossip about it, until they can be proved wrong.
Nancy's POV As our strides became wider, I slipped my hand in to Jam's, squeezing slightly. The church bells sounded, signalling us all into them, I pushed open the heavy, oak door. My footsteps, echoed and clattered as we pulled into a middle pew, right at the end. Poor and middle class villagers poured through the church opening. Mr.Cawley, Mrs.Cawley and Maisie sat directly behind us, as u'd for a reason. Then I saw them. Their flaming, glowing red hair was noticeable amongst the crowd of people. Hand in hand they walked, they're light, pink, cotton dresses swaying, they're satin bows bouncing, they're polished, black shoes clacked on the stone. The twins. They deliberately sat in the pew adjacent to ours, shooting nasty, disgusted glares at us every now and then. Soon after returning to their straight backed, nose poised up in the air, arms linked, hands in lap posture. Three words for them, snooty, snobbish, dunce. They would eye Jam's pastel, blond hair, icy blue eyes, almost identical to mine, except mine were more turquoise. I could see what they were thinking. Nazi. Look at him, it's obvious, can't you see it Nancy dear? He'll turn your back on you, you'll see. We'll be there to say I told you so and then no one will help you. No one.