1939 [On Hold/Editing]

September 1st 1939

"Tato! Anastazja! Kryztoff!" I cried and dug through the rubble. It happened. The Germans invaded Poland and bombed us until we were forced to surrender. It is now total hell. I probably should mention that my name is Klara, which means bright .

As I dig through what remains of Wieluń, I find a hand. Bleeding and bruised, I clear the rubble and find Mama.

"Klara," she breathes.

"Mama!" I help her up and then dig around for my Tato, Kryztoff and Anastazja. I find them, but they aren't breathing.

"Mama! Do something!" I cried. She looks at me, with tears streaking her dirty face.

"I am sorry, drogi. It is too late."

No. No, no, no, no, no. I remember little Anastazja, she was only six. She used to run around the town, throwing flower petals everywhere. I smile at the thought. And Kryztoff. He was the top student in his classes, and he had all of the town's girls drooling over him. He was 18. As for me, I was 15, and was average. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, but I wish I didn't. If the Germans found me, I'd be labeled as an Aryan and put into the Hitler youth.

"Klara?" Mama asks.

"Yes, Mama?" She is all I have left now. I notice that tears are running down my face like a river.

"We have to leave Poland. We must make it to Norway." She says as she digs blankets and clothes out of the rubble. She grabs a family photo, and tucks it into her pocket.

"Norway!" I wipe my tears away.

"There is less of a chance of the Germans capturing us."

"But we will starve!" I protest.

"Do you think we'll do better here?" She spits back. I step away from her. "I am sorry, drogi." She sighs and buries her face in her hands.

"It's okay." I look at the bodies of my family. I pick up Anastazja and walk to the other end of town. I place her in the meadow, and then I place Kryztoff near the ruins of the school. I see other people mourning their losses. "Tak mi przykro." I apologize to them.

Tato. Where should I place him? Something told me to leave him at the house.

"Mama, we should leave now." I tug on her torn sleeve. She picks the things up and asks people for directions. They point us with shaky hands. I sigh as my stomach rumbles. This is going to be a long trip.

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