Wow, I'm so glad people like this! I have been yelled at because I left my mom hanging :P haha, so here is part 2:
I prayed that my necklace wouldn't be found, because we would surely be found. I clutched my younger sister's hand and she whimpered. "Fiona, be quiet!" Hanna hissed, praying. We heard loud yelling and I squeezed my eyes shut. "WHERE ARE THEY?!" The soldiers thundered above our heads. "They went south!" The farmer exclaimed. I smirked, technically we were south...wayyyy down south. I heard them entering the barn and I stiffened. In the barn, the empty stall was the entrance to the tunnel. The farmer moved the cows into the stall with hay so they'd never know. Here's hoping the guise works.
Sorry this is super short, its more like a filler for the story.
December 4, 2010
December 3, 2010
The Necklace Part 1
So here is part one :D Hope y'all like it
It all started two years ago. Before that, I had a normal life. I'd go to school in the morning sleepily, then come home to my Mama's homemade bread and honey. My little sister Fiona and I would listen to the radio while Hanna, my older sister helped make dinner. We celebrated the sabbath and Hanukkah. But that was before they decided they didn't like us anymore, and set out to destroy us. Being Jewish, we became the hated race. The misfits. The outcasts. The rejects of society. I'll never forget walking home from school to see Mr.Wilkins being shoved into a car. I watched in horror as I realized why: he was disabled. He was deaf because of a sickness as a child, and could never hear after that. "Get in, kein gute Laune!" A guard shoved him in as Mr. Wilkins looked around startled and confused. I wiped my eyes, hurrying on my way home.
Where am I now? I am five feet underground in a small hole only big enough for three people. Picture a long tunnel running underground from farm to farm. Then picture small hollowed out spaces that we have to crawl into. Along the walls of the tunnel are wooden paneling, and the floor is dirt. That way, God forbid, if soldiers ever find the tunnel, they wont find the hiding spaces. Where I am currently huddling with Fiona and Hanna. Poor Fiona is shivering, she is only five and so confused about it all. Hanna looks ahead, staring at the dirt in front of us mutely. Me? I am clutching my sisters' hands and praying to God that they dont find her. Hanna studies my face gravely. "What?" I ask. "Annie, your necklace!" I instantly feel at my neck, freezing. "Where is it?" I frantically looked around. And I was about to find out how much damage, havoc, and chaos one small necklace could do.
TO BE CONTINUED!
It all started two years ago. Before that, I had a normal life. I'd go to school in the morning sleepily, then come home to my Mama's homemade bread and honey. My little sister Fiona and I would listen to the radio while Hanna, my older sister helped make dinner. We celebrated the sabbath and Hanukkah. But that was before they decided they didn't like us anymore, and set out to destroy us. Being Jewish, we became the hated race. The misfits. The outcasts. The rejects of society. I'll never forget walking home from school to see Mr.Wilkins being shoved into a car. I watched in horror as I realized why: he was disabled. He was deaf because of a sickness as a child, and could never hear after that. "Get in, kein gute Laune!" A guard shoved him in as Mr. Wilkins looked around startled and confused. I wiped my eyes, hurrying on my way home.
Where am I now? I am five feet underground in a small hole only big enough for three people. Picture a long tunnel running underground from farm to farm. Then picture small hollowed out spaces that we have to crawl into. Along the walls of the tunnel are wooden paneling, and the floor is dirt. That way, God forbid, if soldiers ever find the tunnel, they wont find the hiding spaces. Where I am currently huddling with Fiona and Hanna. Poor Fiona is shivering, she is only five and so confused about it all. Hanna looks ahead, staring at the dirt in front of us mutely. Me? I am clutching my sisters' hands and praying to God that they dont find her. Hanna studies my face gravely. "What?" I ask. "Annie, your necklace!" I instantly feel at my neck, freezing. "Where is it?" I frantically looked around. And I was about to find out how much damage, havoc, and chaos one small necklace could do.
TO BE CONTINUED!
December 2, 2010
The Necklace Preview
So this is a preview to my new story I am working on, set in Germany WWII. Comment and lemme know if you like it!
Darkness. Cold. Terror.
That's what I felt huddling next to my mother and little sister. This horrible fear never left me, all because of my religion. I am Jewish, and that means I am used to people hating me, sneering at me on the streets, spitting at me. It eats me away inside, but I had to learn to look over it and ignore them.
"Annie, please bring your necklace." "Why?" "We must burn it," "NO!"
And because I refused to burn my necklace, we are now underground listening to the sound of the solidiers overhead. It is all my fault, and its all because of a star necklace.
OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
VVVVVVVV
Comment!
VVVVVVVV
Darkness. Cold. Terror.
That's what I felt huddling next to my mother and little sister. This horrible fear never left me, all because of my religion. I am Jewish, and that means I am used to people hating me, sneering at me on the streets, spitting at me. It eats me away inside, but I had to learn to look over it and ignore them.
"Annie, please bring your necklace." "Why?" "We must burn it," "NO!"
And because I refused to burn my necklace, we are now underground listening to the sound of the solidiers overhead. It is all my fault, and its all because of a star necklace.
OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
VVVVVVVV
Comment!
VVVVVVVV
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