Here is a story of a boy with unfortunate inheritances. He didn’t choose to be burdened with these attributes they just fell upon him since birth. He appreciated them because that’s how he was raised but to everyone this was a bad thing, evil in other words. Some people fear what they don’t understand. When I woke up this morning and got ready for school I felt it in my gut, today was not going to be a good day. I carried on with school work and listened attentively to my teachers. Even though it’s really impossible to focus when my associates look at me as if I am inferior and distasteful. All my textbooks say that Jews are evil and we are the reason for the war being lost. Being a Jew, I always wondered why my race would do such a horrid thing. I found out that day that wasn’t the truth about my race. School was done so I walked home and when I did, I asked mama, “Why are we the reason for the war being lost? Mama said, “We are not! Who has been telling you this?” Before I answered there was a loud knock that was as loud as the piercing shot of a gun. The door flung open and men with sharp uniforms came in and started to take my family personal things and throwing them out when they were done they threw us out next. The soldiers yelled, “We are here to take you to the better side of the land and you can start a new life!” said a tall firm soldier with a conniving smirk. When he manage to “guide” us outside there were these carts waiting for us. When I looked at the cart all I could remember is that there were about hundreds of people being shoved in. When we were next I took a deep breath and then I notice I was lingering to long before I got fully pushed into the cattle car. I only had enough room to stand, I can hear and feel the chaos around me. I couldn’t see anything once everyone boarded the car it was very dark. I’m not sure how many days I was in this car but I felt as if I was blinded. The stench was poisonous. I felt into a deep sleep, that’s all I remember. When I woke up the uncomfortableness help me realize that I wasn’t in my bed at home. I’m just wondering why me? Did they just choose families with kids to move to a better place? Or was it just families with kids that were bad? I tried to remember the last time I was bad and I couldn’t remember. I did my schoolwork and I help mama and papa with anything they asked. Why am I being punished then? As I keep asking myself these questions I felt as if time was slowly winding down and I was stuck in this prison. Finally we got out the cattle car into a plain space I didn’t see no homes, no nothing. When we all got out the soldiers separated us into two lines- male and female. Then in each of the lines asked people one by one which one do they choose… left or right. I followed my father and chose left when I did I stood on the side my father did. When I looked over for my mom she was sobbing in fear that’s how I knew something bad was going to happen. The people that chose right were shot in the head it was a few hundred. The soldiers that shot them just laughed and kicked the dead bodies. After I saw the blood of the first person my stomach sank, my breath was caught in my throat. I wanted to shout at the soldiers and beg them to stop. I knew I didn't have the guts to ... after all I'm only 8. How can I force them to stop? The answer was I couldn't I'm just a helpless little boy. This was the first assassination I witnessed. I haven’t slept like a regular person since. I was included in the people that chose the left side, we were forced back into the cattle car. As soon as I was led back into there I felt immediate regret I thought to myself, “We all are going to die slowly, I should’ve chosen right so I could suffer less,” To my surprise in only a few hours we were at the destination. When we got out of the cars there were tiny homes that looked like they were just built. I was not up for judging I’m grateful I stayed alive this long. They were little but I had a spark of hope that the German soldiers left us a home. In a short description of this place, there were little houses and a barbed wire fence surrounding it which I didn’t understand why was a fence around the perimeter of our new home. It looked really gloomy and had a bad presence as if bad things happened there before. I believed it was haunted but then why be scared when God is watching over us? We would pray and thank God for sparing us. '.'
Soon as we went into the little home it was completely blank and dark. No furniture, light, our any appliances. It was nothing like my old house in fact they were polar opposites. Soldiers came in and forced us in to another room they call the shower room. When we all reached there the soldiers told us to take off our clothes. I was grateful to finally be clean. The only thing was we didn’t actually take showers. They threw striped pajamas at us and yelled at us to put them on. When we cooperated with the soldiers and did as they said they, took out razors and formed us in a line. They cut off all our hair and poured bleach on each and everyone’s head. I cried because the bleach burned so badly many young people cried also. I ran to my father’s open arms and he whispered in my ear, “Its ok we will soon be leaving this insane place,” When I looked into his eyes I saw a hypnotic glimmer of hope seeing this, it captured my soul and made me wish that we would leave this moment. ...
This embracing moment was broke apart when a soldier grabbed me by the arm and flung me outside. A sharp agony pain shot up to my right arm which I landed on. I sniffled in my tears. The soldier that threw me outside chuckled at my expression of pain. He handed me a wagon and told me to pick up the boulders of dried concrete from outside. I looked at him in disbelief. I just injured my arm why would he give me such a daunting task? Somehow and someway I did it, I just focused on the pain I would receive if I didn’t do my job. After a few hours the soldiers blew a whistle an yelled bedtime. I was filled with relief at first until I remembered that the nightmares would resume.
Is this your story?
I made it up ...
Bravo Dude! That was long and great!
It was really intresting
lol I'm not even finish thoo but thanks I try ...Would u believe me if I told u I hate writing lol
You have a talent for making stories and No, i wouldn't
no..lol...I do hate writing this is a grade so I do my best
Sorry for interrupting can you get back to your story?
lol yes I can I have a lot to finish..:/ u have any..um I guess ways that I can finish up..i have my plot already ill pm u it