Anita's POV
At dinner that night, we have soup and bread. It isn't much, but compared to the tasteless muck that we usually have to eat, we're all savoring the food. A Christian friend gave it to us. She claimed that she "bought too much from the grocery store", but I think she did it on purpose. Anyway, I'm thankful.
Our family has the rule: No talking when eating. It may seem like a strange rule, but we don't want to ruin the most important part of the day with chattering. Mother and Father don't wat that, and neither do I. Still, as I see my younger sister, Marta, sipping her soup way too fast, I nudge her foot. She looks up, and I mouth the words, Slow down.
She does what she's told for once, and slows down significantly. Still, she finishes earlier than us, and I can see the jealousy in her eyes as she watches us all take a sip.
All of a sudden, the doorbell rings.
I turn around in my seat to look at the door. I can't see anything about the person, so I watch as Father puts his napkin down on the table, somewhat annoyed, and reaches the door in three long strides.
He opens it, but I still can't tell who it is, since Father's bulky body is in the way. I can hear murmuring as Father takes some from whoever is at the door. When Father goes to shut the door, I see something glinting from outside.
It's a badge...
But the only people who have badges are...
Nazi soldiers.
Dear God help us please.
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A/N: I just wanted to say that I am neither British nor Jewish, so I'm looking up the names for the Jewish characters at this one super awesome website called Random Name Generator. I also want to say that I cannot reply to any messages that I get, but if you want me to read a story of yours, I will.
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TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS: A WWII Story
Ficción históricaThe 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...