Holocaust
The idea by @olivia .
Dedicated to Steve Frank, the Holocaust survivor.
I'll probably separate it into parts.
I walked out from school with my two friends, Diana and Margret. Together we strolled along the winding stone path to the park in which we played in until our mothers could pick us up. But I stopped.
A sign on the fence said "No Jews." My two friends both continued on, but I was stopped at the park gate by a man in a swamp green uniform with a red band around his arm decorated with the Nazi symbol. Our new government. "Mister, why can't I go into the park and play with Diana and Margret?" I asked curiously. Instead of replying he simply pointed his gun to the yellow star stitched onto my cardigan. "Go back, little Jew. Your not welcome here. Hitler's orders."
I glanced into the park to see both Diana and Margret having fun without me. I sighed and accepted the rules, then turned and began to walk home.
On my way home, a group of four boys started throwing stones at me and jeering things.
"Stupid Jew, get out of Germany! Your an alien species!"
I ignored the taunts. Ignored the jeering. Ignored the sharp pains left by the stones. I just continued to walk home, my head held down in shame.
Eventually I did get home, but my mother wasn't in. I assumed that she had gone to the park to pick me up, and that as soon as she saw the sign she would come back and let me in and give me my tea. Thinking about food my stomach rumbled, as I leant over and held it. The growls continued as I let out a groan. There hadn't been as much food as before anymore, and me and my two brothers were very hungry.
I then woke up to the soft grip of my father leaning over me. "Jane. What are you doing outside?" he enquired.
"I was waiting for mother." I replied. "I went to go to the park with Margret and Diana but the park says no Jews and the man in uniform told me to go home. I haven't seen mother since."
When I explained myself my Father's face slowly changed. His eyebrows went closer together and his eyes went slightly wider. "And what about your two brothers?" he asked.
"I believe they are playing football at school today." I replied.
Father looked slightly relieved once I said that. He then turned the key and opened the door. Nothing else much happened because it was so very late because Father is a pianist and he plays at five star restraints which are open late. All that happened was my brothers came back saying they weren't allowed to play football and got kicked out. I did the usual of having supper and then going to bed.
The next morning I woke up early. I then walked downstairs to collect the mail. There wasn't a lot, but a letter in a big brown envelope caught my eye. I got up at the dining table in the kitchen and sat down to open the letter.
It said we had to move somewhere in the East to a place called a ghetto.
