The next morning I could hear birds chirping in the distance, the gentle heat from the sun beating down through my window and dancing on my skin. Bliss.
"Cockadoodledoo!"
Shouted Rachael. That was an odd thing to do and definitely the worst thing I had seen in the camp so far. The tortured Jews groaned as they slowly woke up, they had prayed the night before that God would release them in their sleep, however he did not, for he has a plan for everybody, I'd know that because he's my dad.
Don't worry sluts, I've been sent to save you
I thought to myself, smirking from the top bunk of this bunk bed, which I insisted on having and had to fight a young boy for, he had to be up early to go on a march anyway.
"Why are you smirking?" Asked Libby, it's a good thing she can't read my inner monologue, otherwise she'd know the surprise I have planned. I guess she can read it now though since I'm writing it down in the form of a book.
"This place is so depressing," I commented, jumping down from my bunk and patting a skeleton of a man on the back, almost sending him flying. "Come on, guys. The way I see it, circumstances? No, they aren't ideal, but you guys are seriously bringing me down. I haven't been this depressed since, well, the great depression." I laughed. "It's a joke, I was 4 then. I didn't even know it was happening, plus I'm rich." Still, nobody cracked a smile, tough crowd.
"You know what? Just shut the fuck up." A man squared up, I laughed in his face at his weak physique and the fact I oozed protein and testosterone. Don't be mistaken though, I was a woman where it counted(my pussy).
"I didn't even do anything!" My voice adopted a higher pitch, he scoffed, "I think you guys are just jealous because you're Jews and I'm not." I finally said.
"You're an evil little bitch," said the man, I was really starting to fancy him.
"Stop!" A girl with short, dark brown hair stood forward. "Enough arguing! Isn't this place bad enough without negative energy?" She said,
"She is a selfish, naive, ignorant bitch!" He added,
"Tru." I said
"This may be so, but as I have said before, I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart." Did that ring a bell for anyone else? She grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the Jew hut.
"I know what you're going to say," I began, she gave me a sympathetic look, "but I'm not gay, and certainly not for jews."
"That isn't what I was going to say," what could it possible be then? "I was going to say ignore them,"
"Don't worry Jew girl, I do." She looked regretful,
"You have to be nicer though, they're going through a lot. Some of them are dying, God knows I've lost people too, my father, my mother, my sister, Margot." She wiped a tear away, it was hard to be sympathetic though when I remembered she sees all these shirtless Jews carrying heavy loads across the camp every day and all the eye candy I get is my father and my brother, Dingo, not bad but not great.
"How do you suggest I do that?" I asked
"Share your food, stop being antisemitic."
"It's the little things," I nodded along, she grimaced. "Did you mean what you said? That you think I am good at heart?"
"Of course, and I think you will go on to do great things." She smiled
"I'd say the same but," I gestured around to the concentration camp, then when she didn't say anything I pointed towards her pyjamas, then I pulled a clump of her hair off that was falling out due to stress and starvation.
"Nonsense!" She tittered, "we can all do great things. Me, I love to write, I hope one day I can do great things with my words!" I laughed in her face, "how wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world." She smiled. That one sentence changed my life, it would have made the hairs on my arms stand up if I didn't go for a full body wax before coming here. I decided she was right, I didn't need to wait to improve the world, I would improve it right now. I grabbed her hand and escorted her to the fence which the ratzi's had just repaired from my earlier entrance to the camp, I took the pocket knife and cut a hole in the fence.
"What are you waiting for? Go bitch!" I said, she looked back in disbelief. She climbed through the fence and turned around to face me,
"Thank you so much,"
"No thank you," I smiled, "I'm Sardine by the way, Sardine Baxter"
"Anne," she replied, "Anne Stank," walking away from me, she turned around and smiled once more before disappearing into the forest. Great things my ass.
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The Girls in the Striped Negligees
Chick-LitSardine Baxter was an Aryan beauty, fair golden locks and eyes of emerald green, some would say she was perfect. Her father was a general in the army making her very rich, she seemed to have everything going for her. That was until they had to move...
