Sneak Peeks

~ Fighting Hard Times ~

As you should all know, I am a reader of World War Two books, I have read over Twenty books about the subject, So I know what I’m bloody talking about. This is sort of based on along the lines of that war, and that war intrigued me. This actually is about World War Two, Although; Don’t snap at me if my facts are wrong. U.U I was inspired by my Second favourite Series for this. Once, Then, Now And After. Read them. Now. ^-^ The Jacket thing, Is from Once. Read It. =.=

This is longer than my normal sneak peeks, and it WILL Become a Book, as I am writing it. ^-^ Comment your thoughts on that. xD And, It isn’t like the others. xD

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   It was damp, dark and cold in this prison of a cellar. The only light shone from the cracks in the wood slates to far above me. Oh how I wished I could just look out of it. Just one more Time.

  I looked around the cellar, and I could see the pile of jackets in the middle of the room, twitching and giggling. There were four kids under those jackets, and they were telling stories, Tales of what they would do after the war.

The war had been going for Three years now, and we hoped that it would end soon.

But only time could tell.

   I walk over to the tent of jackets, and get on my hands and knees, peeking in. “Mind if I join you?” I say, grinning at the four kids cramped under the jackets.

   A little girl whose name was Jean giggled, She had a bandage over one of her eyes, blocking half her vision. A Nazi solider had shot her in the eye, and It was a surprise how she was still alive. Although, the bandage was soaked in dry blood, and it wasn’t very appealing to look at.

But these were tough times, and I wasn’t complaining.

  The four kids brightened my every day, since they were all younger than me, with bigger imaginations and ideas.

“Certainly Eloise.” A Boy called Alex answered. Alex was the smart boy of the group, he was fifteen, A year younger than me.

 I smile, getting under the tent of jackets, keeping my head low so I didn’t rip the jackets off the little ones.

  In our group, there was me, Alex, Edward, Jean and Marie. But Marie was interesting, not that the others weren’t, But she was mute. She couldn’t speak. Yet she was probably the sweetest ten year old I have ever met.

   Marie smiled as I came in, a dying flower in her hair. She picked it the last time we were allowed outside, which was a few weeks ago.  The flowers lasted long down in the cellar, we didn’t know why  though.

  We were never allowed outside anymore, things have got to bad, In fact, Very bad. People were just handing us Jews in for rewards, they wanted to end someone’s life for a small reward. It was madness in my eyes.

  And we were only allowed in a small paddock behind the building we were in. We were actually in a abandoned food packaging factory, and we were in the cellar beneath it.

  It was ironic really, We were under a food packaging factory, Yet we were starving. But I guess it was out of business anyway.

But I wasn't fussed about food, I just longed to see the outside world again, even though those wooden slates.

  It would be enough.