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Nadia Kaminski knows very little about her Polish grandfather so how is she going to write a speech about him to read at his funeral? She's never really considered her Polish roots, so a trip back in time to time (to the end of the Second World War) and an encounter with Marcel, a Polish refugee, might be just what Nadia needs. Along with fellow time-travellers, Jess, Tomma and Ash, this is the group's second experience of Hickley School in the past, and a chance to discover the struggles of those who found themselves stranded in a country that wasn't their own. It's time to board the train for another exciting journey back in time.

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Publié par	Hashtag Press
Date de parution	23 juillet 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781916286450
Langue	English

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Praise for the Time School series
. . . gripping tale.
Schools Reading List
Fun and educational.
Amazon reviewer
Definitely a 5 out of 5 stars.
Ellie Lewis, aged 11
A fascinating story.
Scope for Imagination
A brilliant blend of adventure, history and friendship.
Erin Hamilton, myshelvesarefull
A fantastic way for children to develop empathy and spark an interest in the past.
Chrikaru Reads
My students who love historical fiction will eat this book up.
Cassie Reynolds, 4 th grade teacher in Texas, USA

Published in Great Britain by Hashtag Press 2020
Text copyright Nicola Young 2020
Copyright Cover illustration Tim Budgen 2020
Cover Design Kate Turner 2020
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All characters in this publication are fictions and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue for this book is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9978-1-9162864-4-3 eBook ISBN 978-1-9162864-5-0
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To all the loved ones lost to us.
Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1: The Letter
Chapter 2: 03:42
Chapter 3: Back In Time
Chapter 4: Freakishly Cold
Chapter 5: What? No Ties?
Chapter 6: The New Teacher
Chapter 7: Kam
Chapter 8: What Is Spam, Anyway?
Chapter 9: Weren t We On The Same Side?
Chapter 10: Look Out, Polski!
Chapter 11: An Unjust Punishment
Chapter 12: Back To The Warmth
Chapter 13: Nana
Chapter 14: Roots
Chapter 15: What If We Can t Get Back?
Chapter 16: Here It Comes Again
Chapter 17: Back To 1947
Chapter 18: Where Is Kam?
Chapter 19: Off To The Docks
Chapter 20: Stowaways
Chapter 21: The Eulogy
About the Author
Acknowledgements
The Time School series is very much about experiencing a moment in history first hand and that s exactly what Jess, Nadia, Ash and Tomma do as they travel back in time, meeting people, gaining an understanding of what life was like for them, living through a war, or a period of social or economic upheaval. Seeing and being a part of something historical is an honour and a privilege that few can boast and I have loved giving that honour to these four children.
I couldn t let this acknowledgement pass by without noting that right now, I too am experiencing an historical moment in time. Unlike Jess, Nadia, Ash and Tomma, I haven t travelled back in time though. I m experiencing history in the making-in real time.
A deadly virus has swept across the globe. Thousands have died. The UK, like many other countries across the world, is in lockdown. Schools are closed, people are having to work from home. There is no cure, as yet, but scientists are working on an antibody test; they might not be able to stop us from getting it, but they can tell us if we ve had it or could be immune. That s all we have to look forward to right now. There s seemingly no end to it as yet; there is no light at the end of this tunnel.
Sounds like the intro to a dystopian movie doesn t it? I wish it were, but sadly that s not the case. This is the reality we are currently living in. The year 2020-when the world stopped.
The publication date for Time School: We Will Honour Them, book two in the series, had to be put back due to this Coronavirus pandemic, also known as Covid-19. Ironically, though, this time-slip novel, one that follows four children as they step back in time to experience it for themselves, is my shining light at the end of this endless tunnel. As the children look to the past, I am looking forward. Forward towards a time when we can feel safe enough to step out of our houses and socialise with our friends instead of having to be two metres away from each other, a time when we can go out without fear, a time when we can find some semblance of normal life, whatever that might be.
I hope when you read this, we have all I wished for and more. I hope when you read this, I will be out and about, visiting schools and libraries, interacting in person rather than by Zoom and talking to you about this book and others in the series. Perhaps one day, there will be a Time School story about a set of friends who travel back in time to 2020, to the aftermath of the Covid-19 pandemic. What will they find? What will their impression be of a world that changed so drastically in such a short space of time? Will the impact of these changes have affected life as they know it in their future time?
I absolutely have to thank the utterly brilliant team at Hashtag Press for their relentless hard work, keeping everything together and steadfastly carrying on in true British wartime style throughout this crazy period. The Time School series wouldn t be where it is without them.
I must also thank my editor, Vicky Blunden, who always does a brilliant job helping me to shape my words into the stories they eventually become. Tim Budgen for his fantastic cover art.
Of course, my family are always behind me and are as proud of this series as I am. Their support has meant the world to me and I couldn t have done it without them.
Hold your loved ones close. Be thankful for the little things in life and never take anything for granted.
Chapter 1
The Letter
Nadia swung open the front door and dropped her bag to the floor, glad to be rid of the heavy load that had been digging into her shoulders all the way home. So many textbooks to drag around in Year Seven. And why all the endless homework?
She had an essay to finish-well start actually-and was about to go straight upstairs to crack on with it, when she noticed her mum sitting motionless at the kitchen table. It was unusual for Nadia s mum to sit still. She was always busy doing something. She hadn t even acknowledged Nadia coming in from school.
Mum, Nadia said in a soft voice. Are you okay?
Mrs Kaminski looked up, her face pale and full of concern. She held a piece of expensive-looking cream paper between both hands as if they were glued to it.
What is it, Mum? Nadia asked, stepping over her school bag and making her way into the kitchen. She sat down at the kitchen table and looked at the letter before turning her attention back to her mum.
It wasn t often anyone received post other than bills in their house and even that was rare. Most of the time, the mail was just junk that went straight into the recycling bin. This looked like a real letter though. The type someone would hand-write, so Nadia knew that it had to be important.
It s from your nana, Mrs Kaminski said, beginning to chew on her bottom lip. Grandad has died.
All the colour had drained from Mrs Kaminski s face and Nadia felt a lump form in the back of her throat and a stinging behind her eyes.
Aw, Mum, I m so sorry. Poor Nana. Nadia reached out to clasp her hands around her mum s.
Poor Grandad too . Nadia felt a pang of guilt stab through her chest. She hadn t seen her grandparents in ages. They d been so close when she was little, but since they d moved down south to live in a Retirement Home a few years ago, Nadia had barely been down to visit more than a handful of times. Now Grandad was dead and she d never see him again.
Why didn t they just ring us? Does Dad know? Nadia asked.
They were her dad s parents and Mr Kaminski had been down to visit almost every weekend since his dad had become ill. But it had only been a few weeks and Nadia hadn t thought it was serious. At least, no one had told her that it was.
I expect not, her mum said, putting the letter down on the table. Unless the Retirement Home has phoned him at work. This letter came this morning. Nana is old-fashioned, coming from the days when people communicated this way. It wasn t all instant messaging back then you know and she hates the telephone. She was staring out of the window now, almost talking to herself, as if working things through in her own mind.
He was quite old though, wasn t he? Nadia said.
Mrs Kaminski turned back to face her daughter, shaking herself out of her reverie and frowning. Late 70s, so not that old in today s terms.
Seventy years of life seemed like a whole lot of living to Nadia. She could only imagine what he had seen during that time, the vast amount of change he must have witnessed. A big part of her regretted never finding out. Grandad Kaminski was a quiet and private man, who had never been much of a talker. Nadia s memories were of spending time at their house with Nana, learning how to bake cakes.
Nana wants you do a eulogy at the funeral, her mum said, bringing Nadia back to the present.
What! Nadia s head snapped back around to face her mum.
You know what a eulogy is, don t you?
Of course I do. It s just. . . me? Why? I didn t even know Grandad that well, so how am I supposed to talk about him?
You re the eldest of all the grandchildren and Nana would like you to say a few words to represent you all, her mum said, looking back at the letter as if checking she had quoted it correctly.
But, Mum, I hate standing up in front of people and talking, you know that. I won t be able to do it. I ll mess up and say something stupid.
Nadia could feel her breathing quicken as her heart sped up. Just the thought of speaking in public began to bring back horrible memories and made her feel sick. She rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans.
I know it s hard, but this is about Grandad and what his life represented. Nan