Personal Narrative: My Life In A Backpack

I woke up this morning startled, and confused. My mom was in my room grabbing all my stuff and shoving it in a brown bag. I asked her what was going on and she said the Nazis were coming and we had to get all of our stuff and go into hiding quickly, but we can’t look suspicious. I immediately got up and got my warmest sweatshirt and thickest jeans on since it was freezing outside. My mom gave me a backpack to put all on my stuff in. A backpack! How am I supposed to fit my whole life in a backpack! She told me to get all my warm clothes and that’s it. I put all my sweatshirts and jeans and coats in the bag. I decided to bring my grandma’s necklace too because whenever I look at it I think of her and how she was one of the most important people in my life. Then, I got both my boots and whatever shoes I had. I got some of the bathroom necessities that every person needs. I was able to shove all of that stuff in the backpack but that was it! I …show more content…
We have to be silent everyday, except Sunday, from 9am to 6pm or else the people working in the building will hear and discover us. I made a daily planner of the hourly things that I do. My day starts off from 9-10am either eating a quiet breakfast or just staying in bed to relax. From 10-11am, I play checkers with my brother. Then, 11-12pm I eat lunch, but a very silent lunch with is hard believe it or not! I have found out that making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich isn’t easy if you can’t make a sound. After lunch, from 12-1pm, I play cards with my brother or mother. Then, from 1-2pm I usually take a nap because I have nothing better to do with my time. Once I have awaken, from 2-3pm I use that time to write or color in my diary. Then, from 4-5pm, mother makes me clean up and help her get our belongings together. Finally, from 5-6pm, I am relentless and tired of being quiet so I just wander around (not making a noise of course) and sometimes write more in my