The door downstairs slammed. Feet were heard coming up the stairs. The cladder of people shuffling to get into the annex, was clear. We had been found.
We have been hiding in our annex for two years. We had two families, us, the Franks, and the van Daans. Life is hard in hiding, but it is about to get a lot worse. The Nazi police yelled at us to get only a small bag of clothes, and anything else was to be considered as a threat. We were pushed down the stairs, and I heard a gunshot from upstairs. I immediately thought, “Anne”. She is the most rambunctious out of the group, so I had figured she had tried to smart talk the police. I turned around, and pushed the police out of the way. They started chasing after me, and I knew this meant I would …show more content…
Every hour, we transition into a new chore. The beginning wasn’t that bad. All we had to do was wash plates and clean clothes, and other sanitary needs. It seemed that the Nazi’s weren’t killing our kind for fun. They were just putting us to work for their own good. This isn’t going to be as bad as I thought. This was until they called my name to be sent elsewhere. We got filed in a line. I thought that this was just a new chore, but it wasn’t. They took us into a gas chamber. I didn’t think it would be that bad, as I have been used to the constant fumes coming from the office I used to work in. We all went into the room, and they stripped us from our clothes. The gas poured in. Immediately, I suffered. And after a few seconds, I passed out. I woke up to the voices of the guards. They had taken me to the first aid shack. They were saying, “These damned Jews, I can’t wait until they’re all killed”, and that’s when it hit me. They really are trying to kill us. I knew it was only a matter of time until I died. I really hoped the Americans got there …show more content…
I am in safety now, in our old home in Amsterdam. The war is over, and the Netherlands have full power again. Hitler has been killed, and the life in the European Union is back to normal. I had the chance to speak with Miep again, and I was very thankful for all she did for our family. That was a debt that couldn’t ever be repayed. She gave me Anne’s diary she kept. I took it, and immediately started to look for a publisher. I knew this is what she would’ve wanted. She wanted this published. She wanted to tell her story. She wanted everyone to know what our life was
We have been hiding in our annex for two years. We had two families, us, the Franks, and the van Daans. Life is hard in hiding, but it is about to get a lot worse. The Nazi police yelled at us to get only a small bag of clothes, and anything else was to be considered as a threat. We were pushed down the stairs, and I heard a gunshot from upstairs. I immediately thought, “Anne”. She is the most rambunctious out of the group, so I had figured she had tried to smart talk the police. I turned around, and pushed the police out of the way. They started chasing after me, and I knew this meant I would …show more content…
Every hour, we transition into a new chore. The beginning wasn’t that bad. All we had to do was wash plates and clean clothes, and other sanitary needs. It seemed that the Nazi’s weren’t killing our kind for fun. They were just putting us to work for their own good. This isn’t going to be as bad as I thought. This was until they called my name to be sent elsewhere. We got filed in a line. I thought that this was just a new chore, but it wasn’t. They took us into a gas chamber. I didn’t think it would be that bad, as I have been used to the constant fumes coming from the office I used to work in. We all went into the room, and they stripped us from our clothes. The gas poured in. Immediately, I suffered. And after a few seconds, I passed out. I woke up to the voices of the guards. They had taken me to the first aid shack. They were saying, “These damned Jews, I can’t wait until they’re all killed”, and that’s when it hit me. They really are trying to kill us. I knew it was only a matter of time until I died. I really hoped the Americans got there …show more content…
I am in safety now, in our old home in Amsterdam. The war is over, and the Netherlands have full power again. Hitler has been killed, and the life in the European Union is back to normal. I had the chance to speak with Miep again, and I was very thankful for all she did for our family. That was a debt that couldn’t ever be repayed. She gave me Anne’s diary she kept. I took it, and immediately started to look for a publisher. I knew this is what she would’ve wanted. She wanted this published. She wanted to tell her story. She wanted everyone to know what our life was