3 September 2012
I am Leni and this is my story.
BANG, BANG, BANG! I ran out the back window hoping no one saw me escape the killing of my family. I ran on to the main street next to the Walls hoping no one would go and tell the Gestapo that I had escaped and looked like I was heading to the beach. And I was heading to the beach hoping that I could do what a Jewish girl in my class did which was hitch a boat and hide in England. I couldn't risk hiding in the same country. I reached the beach realising that bullets full of hatred and disgust were being fired at me. There was a boat leaving at the other side of the beach and it was my only hope because the ferry going to England would take to much time to clime up and avoid bullets and persuade the people to let me on so the boat was my only option. Suddenly a bullet hit me in the palm of my hand. I couldn't give up know because the boat was only a few feet away. Struggling I approached the boat which had a three men and two women on it all staring at me as I dived in the water swimming like a complete lunatic. One of the men broad with dark hair held out a hand. I winced at the agonising pain as he grabbed my right hand which had been shot. Now I think it was more like a yelp. I remember being hurled into the boat and choking with all eyes on me. And the next thing I knew I woke up on a grey bed with a thin white blanket on me and my left hand bandaged up.
I felt fear clench my chest remembering what happened maybe hours or days ago. I sat up and looked around. I was in a small white room with a sink, a window, two empty beds and a small bin. I looked out the window seeing a road. Actually rubble and and field with high grass. I was high up so not on ground floor.
I got out of bed and saw that I was in a grey skirt and white T-shirt. I walked to the door and listened for any noise. I didn't hear anything until I opened the door and I heard footsteps I peered out to find a long corridor. A big woman with beady eyes and a black dress was walking towards me. After a second or two of staring at her clothes I realised she was a nun. By then I was really confused. I closed the door my mind racing. Questions kept popping into my head but I pushed them them back thinking of what to do next. Suddenly the door handle twisted so I had think fast. The only thing I could do was plunge under the bed not daring to breath as the door flung open...
WW2's Teenage Rebel (chapter1) • Opuss № I