lol I'll try to update next weekend when I'm back from DC! :]

okaaaaay !

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*waits PATIENTLY*

I'll update soon Rara. Just not right now because I'm really tired. I just got back from the trip.  

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Chapter 2: What is going on?

“Momma, what’s happening?”” I ask as I held Romy In my arms tightly.
Momma sighed and placed a hand on her forehead as she paced back and forth through the hall. Oliver, our orange and white tabby cat sat in a nearby chair following momma with his eyes.

Momma finally stopped and turned toward us. She then gestured my little sister into her arms as she knelt down on her knees.
“Well…something very wrong has happened girls. Hitler is our new leader.”
“Hitler?” Romy asked. “You mean that nice guy who promised to give us a great and powerful country?”
Momma looked at her. “No Romy, Hitler is a very cruel man. He tricked us.”
“What do you mean?” Romy asked crawling closer to momma and looking up at her. Momma gave her a weak smile.
“Just don’t worry about it little one, you’re too young to know such things.”

I shot up from where I was sitting and clenched my fists. I knew what was going on and I knew what Hitler was capable of now that he’s our “leader”. I knew that he hated anyone who was different than him; especially Jews. He tricked little children, teenagers, and even adults claming to give our county power and greatness. All were lies. Some Jews even looked up to him including Romy. They wanted him to be our leader. But when that happened the truth came out that he hated us and wanted us eliminated.
“Momma,” I said. “She has the right to know! It is important for her to know! It could save her life!”
Momma looked down. I could tell she had tears in her eyes which made me stumble back a few steps. She’s always felt like this ever since Papa died. She’s lost the sparkle in her eyes and the youth in her face.
It scares me all the time.
I looked down. “I’m sorry…”
She shook her head. “No, Nixie. You’re absolutely right. Romy needs to know these things if she wants to survive.”
“Survive? Why would I need to survive?” Romy asked in concern. She had a crackled low voice as if she were about to cry.
“Romy, listen to Momma for a second,” Momma said lifting Romy’s chin up so she could see her watery eyes. “You’re going to have to be strong for Nixie and I. If the soldiers capture you—“ Momma tried not to sob but she couldn’t let it in. “—I don’t want you to cry like me. Be strong and don’t show them your weakness.”
“But…where would they take me?” She asked.
“The camps,” Momma said.
This was something I wasn’t aware of.
“Camps,” I ask. “What are these camps Momma?”
“Hitler hates Jews, Gypsies, Homosexuals, African Americans, anyone who is different from him. He believes we are the ones who lost the war and he wants to “purify” his country and take us to the camps to be tortured or killed.”
“Killed?!?!” Romy shouted. She began to cry. “I don’t want to die Momma!” She ran to Momma and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Momma and I looked at each other.
“What are we going to do?” I ask worriedly.
“I don’t know Nixie. I don’t know.”

That night I could not fall asleep. I was scared of what might happen if I did. I was scared of having the same dream and I was scared of Hitler. He just didn’t make since to me. How could anyone be so cruel; so self-absorbed? All he wanted to do was brainwash everyone into hating us.

All I did that night was staring at the ceiling and before I knew it, it was 4 o’clock in the morning and I had school the next day. I pulled my blanket closer to me and let out a long sigh. I forced my eyes shut and told myself not to open them again and eventually I fell asleep.

The next day when I got up I was extremely tired. I guess that’s what I get for staying up later than usual. I rubbed the sleeping dust out of my eyes as I made my way to my closet. I went through the clothes I had until I found my school uniform. After I got ready I headed for the kitchen but when I opened the door I found nothing; absolutely nothing but boxes; Millions of them. I stared in confusion and walked towards Momma.
“Momma, what’s going on?” I ask.
She looked at me and placed her pointer finger over her lips and simply said, “Shhh!” She then pointed to the front door.
I leaned over to see what she was pointing at; two soldiers. Dressed in the same outfit the others had on yesterday was standing at the doorstep. I stared at them. They were watching our every move. They were watching Momma pack every single thing we had into boxes, making sure we didn’t leave out a thing.
“Just go to school Nixie.” She whispered.
I nodded and grabbed my backpack. I then walked over to the front door and stopped in front of the soldiers. They didn’t scare me. Not even since one of them slapped me.
“And where is your star little Jew?”
I held back the words that would get me in trouble and said,
“Um…I must have forgotten it in my room. I’ll go get it.”
When I turned I rolled my eyes and without a word I trotted up to my room to get that useless star.

It’s hard to say "useless" when it was the star that symbolized our religion. It was the star we looked up upon as we prayed each day and I felt ashamed of myself for hating it. But when it was used for the wrong purposes, it was hard not to think of it that way.

After grabbing the star I walked back to the soldiers to see if they would let me get through. They looked at me and at the same time nodded. They then stepped away, letting me get through.
“Don’t take it off.” One of them said.
I nodded and headed out the door.

When I walked down the street it felt as if a million eyes were staring at me. Some were taping their friend’s shoulder and then pointed to me. Some just whispered among their friends. And some even got up in my face, laughing and pointing at the star. I looked down at the ground trying to hide my embarrassment.
It was hard to face.
To be embarrassed of your own religion was the cruelest thing Hitler could ever do. He wanted to tear us down mentally first; then physically.

“LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT THAT STUPID JEW! I THINK SHE’S CRYING!”

I tried to ignore those words of hate.
I tried to block them out of my mind.

“THE RIGHT THING TO DO IS ELIMINATE THE JEWS! THE RIGHT THING TO DO IS ELIMINATE THE JEWS!”

But they kept coming one after the other.
No one could stop them.
There were too many.

“LEAVE YOU STUPID JEW! GO TO HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!”

It was too much.
All of it was too much.

My slow footsteps turned into a run and I raced down the sidewalk trying to get away from all of those cruel words but I couldn’t. They rang in my ear constantly. They rang and rang and rang and wouldn’t stop until I got used to the annoying sound of Satan himself.

omg thats soooo good!

lol thanks Rara!!!

I don't no what to say.
I love it.
But its sad.
But I love it.
WAAAAA.

hehehehehhe
THANKS SARAH!!

*tear*
Your a good writer and you tackle the Holacaust well.

hehehehehe
thanks!