Percy
I struggled against the crowd, but I could see no sign of my little brother. Tyson had been lost in the wave of nervous people, and I had already lost my mother when we seperated at the gates of the camp. A man was standing up perfectly straight as we came to him one by one. A man in his thirties came by, and he was told to go to the right. A terrified, skinny 13 year old boy hesitantly stepped up to the man, who kindly told the child to go to the left. On and on it went; left and right, right and left.
Then I saw my brother. Tyson stood head-and-shoulders above the rest of the kids his age, but he lost an eye in a fight with a nazi in our ghetto. He was told to go left. Before long it was my turn. I felt my heart pump fast as everything slowed down. I prayed to be with Tyson. I promised our mother and father that I would be with him through it all. Father was killed after helping a German woman who dropped her groceries. He was kind, and he wanted nothing more than to survive our ordeal and get us all to safety, but the good die young.
His thumb raised up, and it tilted ever so slightly to the left- but then it was turned to the right. I lowered my head and let the tears fall freely. The kid behind me helped me through. He was young, maybe only 13, but he was strong, and it looked like he was older than me. I murmured a thank you and stepped into the washroom.
Juniper
I grasped my sister to me tightly. I would not lose her, not in this situation. Her light brown hair was neatly plaited in the back and her brown eyes were bright with tears. I could tell she was terrified, but she was strong; carrying her own weight in this predicament. She was almost falling asleep in my arms, and I shook her awake and dusted off her clothes. I had made sure to keep her as neat as I possibly could, for maybe they would spare her. She was 12, but very stubborn and beautiful. I had hopes.
I unplaited her hair and it cascaded down her back, the blond highlights standing out. I hopelessly dusted off my own dress, but it was a fruitless efffort. I combed through my long, blond hair to straighten it out a little. We were inching up to the front of the line, where a handsome man was instructing the other women and children to go right or left. I smoothed out Rhea's hair with my fingertips as it was her turn. She raised up her chin and marched up to the man, ready for her next instruction. His brow furrowed in thought as he stared at her delicate blonde streaks and her neat clothing.
"Back of the line, child." He told her, and she brushed her hand against my shoulder as I took little steps up. He took one look at me and signaled right. The girl behind me went right as well. Her short hair was so black it had a bluish tint, and her electric blue eyes dared everyone to try her. However, as soon as the attention was dircected from her, the girl sagged. I decided to wait for her and try to make a friend.
"Hallo."
"Hallo."
"What is your name?"
"Thalia."
"It's very pretty."
"Thank you. What's yours?"
"Juniper."
Annabeth
I shivered at the gruesome sight before my gray irises. I tore my vision away from the window. The officer behind the desk and the boy next to me looked at me with concern.
"Miss, are you shure that you can handle it?"
"Of course she is." Luke, my friend, stepped in for me. I silently thanked him.
"You two will have weekly requirements, Annabeth, you will be in charge of the girl's barrak 4. Luke, you will be in charge of the boy's barrak 7. On mondays, you both will be in charge of guarding and securing the borders. On Tuesdays, Annabeth will be in charge of the food. Luke, you will be assigned to the escorting of the new arrivals."
We nodded as we absorbed it all in. I was handed a schedule on a paper, as was Luke.
Once we were all finished with the basic information, we were dismissed. I walked with my head down, watching my foot trail in the dust and ashes. Luke was watching my foot as well, and I felt myself blush.
"Annabeth, no matter what, you have to know this..."
"Know what?"
"Know that the Jews and the dirty people deserve every bit of pain and suffering."
I nodded, sure that what he told me was the truth. After all, what did they ever do for us?