Her hair is blue, untouchable, like the sky. Like the the emotions my character was feeling when these things were actually happening. I wonder, how was she feeling when she woke up to her screaming sister? Sure, it was nothing compared to how I felt, I knew it was coming. How did she feel when the Green Police came knocking on her door? I know she must have felt absolute terror, looking at her family, realizing that that might have been the last time she would get to see them. I wonder what her last words to her mom were? What about her dad? Did she regret anything?
She seems so far away from me.
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The Diary of Margot Frank
Non-FictionA nonfiction account of a young girl's experiences in theatre, through vignettes.
