The door was creaking and tipping and flinging open and closed. Someone was at the door, and wanted to come in. We had locked the door every night, and they could not get through without the door open. Mama sat up straight, and I could tell she was shaking with fear. She stood up, walked quietly to me, grabbed me, and hugged me tightly. Papa walked carefully to the door, removed the lock, and the door flung open.
"Hello, sir. We are glad to welcome you. Take anything you want." Papa said cheerfully, as the gruff Nazi soldier walked inside, giving Papa a dirty, unkind look. The soldier did not say anything, but pointed at me. Mama let out a little whimper and hugged me tighter. The Nazi was advancing on Mama.
"Let me go Mama. I'll be fine." I said, trying to protect Mama's life. Papa and Mama shook their heads. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want Mama to die protecting me. The Nazi rolled his eyes, clicked his teeth and grabbed me. He whacked Papa with the side of his gun and Papa fell to the ground, his ear bleeding.
"Papa!" I screamed. Mama hurried over to him. The Nazi waved me off, cupped my hands in a metal bracelet, and walked me to the truck. Many children were there, some parents, and Haley. I was very shocked to see Haley. They pulled cloth over our mouths so we couldn't talk to friends or neighbors we knew. They didn't want us finding something to do that we enjoyed. Two Nazis got into the cockpit of the truck and smoke came from the front. It hurt our eyes and throat. We coughed in our cloth and choked. Onna, my neighbor, died from a disease she had gotten before they took her. She died on the seven hour ride to Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. Many people were dying of the smoke along the way. I was glad Haley and I survived to the camp. The truck ride was the easiest part. Everything was terrifying. Haley said they tried to scare you into dying or feeling hopeless. I was ashamed to admit that I did feel scared. My parents couldn't rescue me, they couldn't come. I was alone, and there was no way I would make it out alive.
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Rosa Carn
Historical FictionRosa Carn was a Jewish girl born in Germany in 1919. She was thirteen when the Nazis started attacking her home. This is the story of a young girl's journey through the Holocaust and to America.
