30 day Creative writing challenge!

Day o5. Something historical

September 21st, 1939

"The dark haired one," they called her. Isobel was a Jewish girl living in Denmark with her grandparents while her parents went to war. And it was a matter of time before the Nazi's found her.

"You know, you can't really stay here for long," her friend Cora said as they walked home from school. They made it down the street and passed a store that was marked with a large red x when they were stopped by a pair of Nazi officers.

"You two, shouldn't you be in school?" The solider spoke in a think, German accent. He was old and probably overweight which was rare in this time. He was probably a general or a solider in a higher rank.

Cora smiled kindly, showing off her perfect teeth and beautiful blue eyes. The officer stopped and observed her carefully and finally, seeing the one with the dark hair.

"Who—" he began but was cut off by another solider who had been panting and pointing towards the other side of the street. This officer was young, tall and slim. So different compared to the other. He whispered something in the older officer's ear and he frowned. "Watch these girls."

"Yes!" The younger solider saluted as the other ran off without another word. "Girls, get back to your homes immediately."

Cora nodded as the two ran down the streets and into the apartment their families shared.

That night, Isobel woke up to the sound of shouting and windows breaking. Her forehead was dripping sweat as her grandparents and Cora's family jumped out of bed and started moving everyone into a small cellar they had.

"Shh," Cora put a finger to her lips as Isobel tried to speak. "They'll hear us."

"Who?" Isobel couldn't help but ask. Without an answer, she heard the sound of gunfire and a high-pitched shriek.

"Mom!" Cora pushed open the cellar door as she ran to her mom who lied helpless in a pool of blood. By now, the officers have left but their home was trashed and practically burned down. Isobel followed Cora as her grandparents came out of the cellar as well. Tears streaked Cora's porcelain face as she gripped onto her mom's hand.

"Cora..." Isobel approached her but froze in her tracks as soon as she saw the body.

Cora's mom didn't do anything wrong. In fact, she did something right. She protected what she loved. She wasn't a mean person, she was the kindest mother of all. She didn't deserve to die.

"Isobel, is there a way to stop this war?" Cora stood as she wiped the tears dry of her cheeks and put up a brave face.

"I-I don't know," Isobel answered honestly but that didn't stop Cora's determination. "I guess it would be up to the army and our soldiers..."

"Then I want to be a solider." Cora walked into the living room that was practically destroyed but she dug into one small compartment and pulled out Isobel's dad's pin.

"But you cannot," Isobel argued. Women weren't allowed to join the battle field during war but only to serve as nurses. That was exactly what Isobel's mom was doing.

"I can," Cora spoke firmly and raced out the door. She was crazy, and especially at a time this, it was not good so Isobel ran after her but was held back by two different pairs of hands.

"Do not," her grandparents grabbed her tightly by the arms as she heard one last gun shot as a tear slid past her nose and dropped to the ground.

A girl who was braver than everyone else, who would do all she had to avenge her mother's death, and the best friend that didn't live on. This world is too cruel.