Cat and Mouse

Cat and Mouse

This is a game that only hunters can play. And the hunted.

I'm so bored. Mother Fopes is feeding the chickens, that bores me too. She says I'm too young to help so I have to watch. That bores me too. My name is Stella Rosen and I am 15 years old. I am Jewish and proud to be Jewish. But that's not what everybody thinks. Adolf Hitler is killing thousands of my kind, just because we're not like him. But that dosen't make sense. He's Jewish himself!! But I'm not going to think about Him because he makes everybody spit in disgust. So I'm going to stop now.

Mother Fopes is a nice mother. Fopes isn't her name or her married name either. Her real name is Mary(Miriam) Rosen; she's my auntie and I love her. Truth is, she isn't married. Well, she was. But my uncle had to travel far away to work for the Nazi and we were mailed a yellow card that said he had done something wrong so he was gased. That's why Me and Mother hate Hitler. All Jews should hate him. What kind of creep kills his own Mother and Father? It's mental. He's mental. Everybody who is getting involved with this rubbish is mental.

Mother Fopes is back inside now. I can see she has baskets and baskets of eggs. That's what I live on now. I don't eat meat and liqourice like I did with my real Mother. My real Mother was took away in one of those Concentration Camp vans while I was hiding in the barn with Mother Fopes. She didn't make it in time so I don't think I'll see her ever again. I lost my father the same way Mother Fopes lost her husband. My life isn't easy you know.

"Stella! Come and get your dinner! We have cooked eggs and lettuce!" She called, making me jump. I climb off of the wooden chair in my bedroom and race my invisible friend to the kitchen. Sadly, I lost. My invisible friend, who I yet haven't named, always beats me when I race him. I sit down at the table and smile. What occasion is it today??? We never ever have eggs..... and lettuce. Hmm, how strange. She hands me my plate and I wait for her to sit down. She dosen't.

"Tuck In! It will go cold!" She says, smiling a fake smile. I raise my eyebrow as the food is already cold but I don't say anything. Something's wrong. Mother Fopes must of noticed as she took my hand and whispered,

"I know, sweetie. It's different. I never do you lettuce as we're very raitoned with our food. You've got this because I have some very very bad news....and you're not going to like it". I nodded, anxiously. What was she on about??

"We're going to go see Auntie Miriam, and it's not going to be safe. Nazi guard this town more than any town in Poland. This puts us in grave danger but we haven't seen her for 4 years now. This is our only chance until we...." She said, reading my thoughts. I knew what she was going to say before she stopped. 'Our only chance until we die' The very thought scared me more than anything. I know the day is close as our hiding in a house miles from the town is dangerous and I'm sure we won't never get discovered whether it be a friend or foe. I gulped.

"O-ok. When are we going?? I-I need time to pack" I stuttered, petrified. If we were found...... Mother sat down thoughtfully, thinking hard.

"Ummm......4.45, in around 5 hours. Is that enough time??" She questioned. I grinned. That was plenty of time!!

"Of Course, Mother! I won't take that long, I'll only be around 2 hours!" I answered, swallowing down my boiled eggs and then my lettuce. She nodded and stood up.

"Good Girl!! Now, as your finished you can help me wash up!! " She praised, heading towards the sink. I groaned but still helped her.

After I'd finished, I rushed to my bedroom and searched through my cuboard for my rusty, old suitcase. Finally, I pulled it up from the stuffy, rotten cuboard. Struggling from the weight of the suitcase, I dropped it onto my bed. It weren't too long until I realised that I couldn't identify the name on the tag. Guessing by what it said, I gathered it was probabley an ancestor of mine therefore I didn't fancy my chances on this so to make sure, I decided I'd go ask Mother Fopes. I rushed through to the kitchen where I found Mother sewing a scarf for Auntie Miriam. I noticed that it was purple, not that Miriam liked the colour purple.