Anne Frank in a train with a bunch of other Jews that survived the holocaust headed to Amsterdam from Bergen-Belson in Germany. She is thinking about what happened at the camp and the people that she met there
Life in the concentration camp was very frightening and exciting, it was exciting at the fact that I have met a bunch of friends there and I even saw the ones I knew from school. I was so relieved when I saw them it was good to know that they were still alive. I felt bad when I was in hiding because all my friends were headed to the concentration camps and I stuck in the annex where I was safe from the Nazis up till this 1944. And guess what I even saw my best friend Hannah Goslar at Bergen-Belson except she was on the other side of the fence in which we talked sometimes from across the fence. One time she was nice enough to give me and Margot some food from her part of the camp. I bet she was living a good life getting to eat food and wear nice clothes while I stuck on the bad side of the camp with no food and wearing striped pajamas. Well I called them striped pajamas because well they felt like pajamas. I hated Bergen-Belson but while I was there I was thinking about the people that I loved like my father that I called Pim and this handsome that I met while I was in hiding, that handsome guy is named Peter Van Pels. When I first met Peter he was a dope. He was too quiet for me, I am a chatter box compared to Peter. It seemed that all Peter cared about was his cat more than anybody else. Which reminds me I wonder how my cat is. Anyways I got side tract, I tend to do that sometimes. As the two years went by when we were in hiding in the secret Annex I grew to like him maybe even loved him. We did kiss at one time and honestly I loved it. Anyways the whole story is for another day, right now I am focusing on finding my father Pim. I miss him, I miss his smile and his laugh when I tell him jokes. I miss the stories he would tell to me and Margot. Maybe he is still alive and on another train to Amsterdam. You see I have nobody, my sister Margot died of Typhus at Bergen-Belson where I was. I took care of her till she died. I was really sad and depressed, but I knew I had to be strong because I am sure that's what she would want me to do she knew me all to well. My mother Edith Frank died from exhaustion at Auschwitz. Maybe she couldn't sleep because she was worried about me and Margot, or it could be because the Germans were working her to hard and she was really exhausted to the point were it killed her. I don't know but I sure do miss her. I never got to say my goodbyes or apologize to her about all the times that I have been rude to her other things that I feel bad for. My name is Annelies Marie Frank and I am 15 years old without a mother and a sister and I am hoping that my father is still alive. And I am also hoping that Peter Van Pels is still alive because I want to tell him that I love him, I never got to tell him the last time I saw him and I would like to tell him face to face if I see him. I hope my diary is still in the annex because I have a lot of things to say to my diary that I named kitty. HURRY UP TRAIN I WANT TO BE IN AMSTERDAM ALREADY!!
Thank you for reading. Some I have wrote down in a spiral and some I made up in my head..I hope you enjoyed reading this more to come
