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|Goodbye Old Life (standard:Fan Fiction, 937 words)|
|Author: Valerie||Added: Jul 09 2010||Views/Reads: 1599/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My story is about the Holocaust. A 16 year old and her family, mom and dad, were sent to a concentration camp in 1933. Becca (main character) learned how to survive through leaving her old life, seeing a family member die right in front of her, and losing|
September 1,1933 Today came bad news. We have received a letter from the German Government, instructing us to report to the train station for deportation. We will be heading to a Jewish concentration camp. My family of three, me (Becca), mom (Mary), and dad (Phillip), has to pack as much as we can. O, I dont want to leave all my precious belongings behind. Goodbye old life. September 3,1933 Hell. Thats what the concentration camp looks like. We just arrived, daddy has been separated from me and mother. I feel like I have been torn, I hope I see daddy again, I really do. People are crying, screaming, and dying. Its just terrible. I need my daddys protection.I cry out for him, but I was forced into a cold dark room. The Guards made us strip all our clothing.They made us walk in public without clothes, im so embarrassed, ashamed. The guards forced into a room, were they shaved my pretty long brown hair. The guards called us terrible names, told us we were useless. They whipped us if we did something wrong or they just wanted too. I was finally given clothes, a striped uniform too big for me. Then we all crammedin line to get seven numbers tatooed in our arms. Im no longer Becca, im 1356784. Ill never forget the stinging pain. Me and mother were given a Barrack to sleep in. It smelled of death. I fell like im going to vomit. Our Barrack leader is a horrid woman. You would think her being here since "it" opened she wouldnt be so mean, she would help us get through everything. When will i leave this terrible death chamber? When? May 6,1935 Two agonizing years, I havent seen anyone get shot. I heard them, the big bang the ear spitting scream. But not in person and not to a loved family member. Rachel, my aunt, died last night. A stupid soldier came into our Barrack took her outside, and shot her three times. I will never forget that bloodcurling scream. What was worse was when the soldier laughed, then stepped over her dead limp body, like a piece of trash. What did she do to deserve to die like that? Why did she have to go? November 18, 1937 Today is my birthday, and today is the day my best and only friend died, Elizabeth, died. I feel so terrible, i just met my only friend yesterday. We were skipping and laughing at jokes yeasterday! She was acting fine, not sick or anything. But when I woke up Lean, Elizabeth's mother, was being dragged out by soldiers wailing " My baby! My precious baby!" I turned to Elizabeth's bed and saw soldiers carrying her body away. I looked over at my mother, she was crying, then I knew Elizabeth had died during the night. While I was dreaming of being free, my friend was wheezing and coughing. After minuted of being in pain, she finally took her last breath in her weeping mothers arms. This is the worst birthday I ever had. I wish I could have done something to help her. I will miss you Lizzie! January 10,1940 The rumars are true. Our concentration camp, Auschwitz, has installed gas chambers. First killing people randomly, then cremation chambers, now this?! What did we Jews do to deserve this kind of torture? WHY?! People younger then sixteen and the old people are being gassed. At night I hear the terrifing screams of innocent people. Once I a baby boy being carried by his mother to the gas chambers. He was carrying his stuffed animal. I never saw him or his toy again. December 2,1940 My cousin ,Joshua, was shot by a soldier three days ago. He was shot in the eye. All you could see was a hollow hole, and one eye hanging by a thread of tissue. He died today. People said he would give og his bread and soup to this sick sixteen year old. The sick boy said he was his hero. March 3,1945 Me and mother were being transferred to another camp, when the allies, Americans, were flying and shooting at anything moving. They thought we were German soldiers. Mother, me, and one other girl ducked down in the cart. Before The girl could duck, she was shot in the head. We had to leave her behind. March 6,1945 We are F-R-E-E! Americans captuers the German soldiers and let us free. It feels so good to smell the fresh air again! I cant wait to see my dear old dad and friends. Im going to be so glad when we can live in peace again. One happy family! I am also gloomy. I feel dreadful for all thos who lost their lives, espiecally for ones who lost loved ones. Thank you God for helping me and my family those harsh times. Thank you. May 7,1946 My hair is growing back out again. We are packing to move to America. I cant wait to start a new life. I am blessed that my parents are alive and well. Some German soldiers are roaming the streets. Once one tried to stop me in the streets, but luckly my father was right beside me, and told him to move along. The man just stood there for a minute. Finally he walked away shaking his head. I am truly thankful for survivny, but I still have terrible memories. I have the scars, and the tattoo to remind me of those days. I am starting a new life now, but I will never forget the past. Tweet
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