Sophia McDougall - Mars Evacuees

When the polar ice advanced as far as Nottingham, my school was closed and I was evacuated to Mars.

Miss Clatworthy called me into her office to tell me about it. Id had in the back of my mind that she might be going to say the aliens had finally shot down my mothers spacefighter, so on the whole I took the actual news fairly well. And thats even though I knew Mars wasnt really ready for normal people to live on yet. Theyd been terraforming it for years and years, but even after everything theyd squirted or sprayed or puffed at it, and all the money theyd spent on toasting it gently like a gigantic scone, you could still only sort of breathe the air and sort of not get sunburned to death. So you can see that the fact someone had decided I would be safer there than say, Surrey, was not a sign that the war with the aliens was going fantastically well.

Still, after eight months of Muckling Abbot School for Girls, I thought I could probably cope. It was one of those huge old posh schools that are practically castles, and must have been pretty draughty even before the Morrors came along in their invisible ships and said, Oh were going to settle on your planet! We only need the poles, which are more suitable for our needs! Dont worry; you will hardly know were here! And as a sweetener we will reverse global warming! (Because that was a bad thing back then, apparently.) And of course, it turned out the poles meant rather more of Earth than we were entirely happy about, and that they could reverse global warming rather more thoroughly than we liked.

Of course, Miss Clatworthy said, its an Emergency Earth Coalition project and an Emergency Earth Coalition school up there. So its somewhat taken for granted you will enrol as a cadet in the Exo-Defence Force.

Well that was a bit sooner than I expected, but Id got the general idea of my future a long time ago, and whether I liked it or not it was always going to involve shooting things.

Of course, I agreed.

Now I knew what was really going on I thought I might as well relax, and I could even enjoy the fact the office was warmer than most of the school. We were on the coast and about fifty miles south of the worst of the ice, but that wasnt saying much, what with the snow scouring across the playing fields in July and icicles the size of your leg dangling off everything and there never being enough power to keep anywhere properly warm. But there have got to be some perks to being the headmistress, I suppose, and Miss Clatworthy had a tiny coal fire going. I inched towards it and hoped shed keep talking for a while.

She did. And theyll have those new robots teaching you, I dare say! No more boring old fuddy-duddy human teachers! she said, all tight-lipped and fake-jolly even though she obviously didnt think it was a good thing.

I nodded. I was quite looking forward to seeing those. We only had a couple of robots for cleaning at Muckling Abbot and they were really old and didnt even talk.

Miss Clatworthy sighed. Its all such a different world from when I was your age! But Im sure youll be a credit to Muckling Abbot, and youll be following in dear Captain Dares footsteps. Your mother is such an inspiration to us all, Alice.

Of course, I said again. There was actually a framed poster of my mother on the wall. This wasnt as odd as it sounds. That particular shot of Mum, tossing back her hair in front of the Union Jack on the fin of her spacefighter, was very popular. Shed just blown up a lot of Morror ships at the Battle of Kara and that picture ended up all over the newspapers and that was when she started to become famous. Miss Clatworthys poster was one of those ones with FOR EARTH! FOR ENGLAND! printed on them.

I didnt like looking at it very much.

Theres a letter for you I think it must be from her, said Miss Clatworthy rather wistfully, as if she wished a small nugget of Mums war-hero glory would fall out of the envelope and make everything a little bit better.

Thank you, I said.

You must be so proud of her.

Yes, I said. And I was. But Miss Clatworthy looked at me in a vaguely discontented way. Teachers often thought being Stephanie Dares daughter meant I ought to march around the school setting a splendid example of morale and patriotism, and sometimes took me aside to tell me so. The other girls tended to think it meant I was in constant need of taking down a peg or two, and sometimes took me aside to tell me that.

This time Miss Clatworthy had other things on her mind, though. And when youre old enough, she said, Im sure youll give those fiendish creatures what for! Those cowardly, invisible brutes! Teach them to come and freeze over our planet as if they own the place!

That was when I noticed it wasnt just because of the cold that she was trembling and that her eyes were watery and pink. I felt sort of awful. She really must love the school, I thought. She was always telling us in assembly how we were supposed to, but it hadnt occurred to me anyone actually could.

Later I wished Id thought of saying something plucky and full of School Spirit like, Oh, Miss Clatworthy, itll take more than a few invisible aliens to shut down Muckling Abbot School for Girls forever! Well soon be back and more ladylike than ever! But Im not very good at that sort of thing, and at the time all I could think was that I wanted to say sorry. I mean not just, Im sorry youre sad, but sorry as if it was partly my fault. I dont know why, unless it was because of being twelve and not being able to remember what it was like not to have fiendish creatures freezing over our planet as if they owned the place. Sometimes I did feel like that when adults got upset and homesick for how things were before. It made me feel as if the aliens and kids my age were all part of the same thing. We all happened at around the same time.

Obviously I was scared of the Morrors, because you cant see them and they can kill you, and obviously I really wished they would go away. But I dont think it ever bothered me so much that they exist, the way it bothers adults. When we did history I could imagine Romans, or Vikings, or Victorians but I couldnt imagine fifteen years ago and everyone running around being almost normal, but with no Emergency Earth Coalition and no one even knowing what Morrors were and hardly anyone being in the army at all.

I couldnt say any of that, so I just said, Yes, Ill try to kill lots of aliens, Miss Clatworthy. And that didnt seem to cheer her up much.

Now, youll have noticed Miss Clatworthy wasnt making this announcement to the whole school. I certainly had. Its just me going, then, I said. Just me from Muckling Abbot.

There are only a few hundred places open for now. Maybe theyll send more later, said Miss Clatworthy. The rest of us will just head south to wherever will take us. There are the evacuee programmes on the South Coast and the Channel Islands and closer to the Equator for those whove got the connections and money, I suppose. So you are a very lucky girl, Alice, she finished. And it might be wise if you dont brag about this to the other girls.

That annoyed me. I wasnt going to