You Don't Know Who I Am
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  • Reads 423
  • Votes 30
  • Parts 6
  • Time 24m
Ongoing, First published Oct 23, 2013
:Anastasia Zemanova is a 14- year old Russian Jew, in the year 1942. And her Carefree life is about to change. She still doesn't completely understand why her family is observant, but she trusts her mother and older sister to keep her safe.

Forced to hide in a small peasant household, she is frustrated and scared. As the weeks turn into months, her faith and hope In her mother and sisters safety is dwindling. With her unusual crazy red hair she is distrusted by the villagers. And when her Judaism is discovered, she is forced to leave. 

She wanders aimlessly from village to village. With hopes of only her survival.
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Run-Away Little Sister: Hurting

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Anastasia Smith, a sad, depressed, shy, lonely teenage girl going through what could be considered hell on earth. Her life had been utter hell. Her parents passing away at the tender age of seven, her older brothers, her protectors neglecting and abusing her, almost being raped. That's a lot for a person to handle, it's even more to handle when you're a fourteen year old girl, who feels like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. One day, a line was crossed and Anastasia Smith couldn't pretend anymore. She thought she was a goner, and when she was able to escape her hell on earth, she knew that it was time to leave. Anastasia Smith is the run-away little sister who was hurting more than anyone ever thought. And this was only the beginning of her story.