Anita's POV:
I stared out the window as I watched girls and boys out on the streets riding their bicycles and eating ice cream. My mouth watered at the thought of ice cream, but I knew I could not have any. All of the ice cream shops that Jews were allowed to go to, like Oasis, had been shut down.
There was a meow as the cat came slinking into the room silently. I wished I could be a cat. All they did was lick their fur and taunt dogs. That would be a sweet life. But instead, I'm stuck here. In this country where us Jews can barely do anything.
Instead of sitting there pitying myself, I decided to simply take a nice long walk in the park. There were no rules against doing that at least. Still, I couldn't help but worry as though I was doing something wrong.
I tried to ignore the feeling, but as I put on my shoes, the feeling became stronger and stronger. When I reached the door, my hands were shaking. So I quickly took off my shoes and sat by the window again. I was disappointed in myself for not doing it. But how can you be brave when already so many innocent lives have been taken away from children and grown-ups?
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TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS: A WWII Story
Historical FictionThe year is 1943. Anita Geertje is a fourteen-year-old girl living in Amsterdam. She has dreams of becoming an artist and going to America to paint. But then one summer evening, her entire family gets a call-up to Auschwitz. And things will never be...
