(Last chapter)
August 16th, 1942
Today I was woken up by the phone ringing but heard no one answer it. Mr. Gibbson hasn't been here in 3 days and I pray that he's just sick. Someone shouts outside the building. There's a banging on the door. It stops. I hear soon cracking. The door is braking... I hear footsteps and when I look outside I see them. They are walking up the stairs. I can hear them in the next room. QUICKLY!! Before the take me!! I must write...
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That's how I ended it y'all!! Share your thoughts. IIT took me an hour to copy it all down.
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My Days In Hiding
Historical FictionA story about a young girl that lived during the holocaust.
