DJ rolled over in her bed. This was during the time she wasn't eating. In her school, her History class was learning about the Holocaust. They were forced to read the diary of Anne Frank.
"I don't!" DJ's best friend Kimmy Gibbler protested. "I know all about it!" "Okay Kimmy," Mr. Wang said. "Tell me about Anne's life." "Jews being mistreated. Gets a lame diary for birthday and names it Cat. Sister received a letter from police. They leave next day. Two years later captured, sent to summer camp, all died except one. The end."
Everyone looked at her. "Okay Kimmy." Mr. W. says. "You get this pass for detention for disrupting class for the eighth time this week and knowing anything about Anne Frank." Kimmy looked dumbstruck. This wasn't uncommon as she was pretty dumb.
DJ went to the bookstore and bought two copies of the book. Kimmy's birthday was next week, so that would be her gift. Kimmy refused to buy the book, so she detention for another day. DJ went home and found a way to skip dinner. She went upstairs to read. First page, On Friday, June 12th, I woke up at six o'clock and no wonder; it was my birthday.
DJ rolled over. Lame already, she thought as she read on. She flew through the pages after reading: Now I must stop. Bye-bye, we're going to be great pals! A girl great pals with a diary? Haha! How funny!
She went to bed after getting to August 14, 1942. She was drawn in after naming the diary Kitty unlike what Kimmy said it was - surprisingly. Wait, Kimmy's dumber than a post! DJ thought.
She went to sleep. At one in the morning she heard the sound of the front door close. Uncle Jesse's finally home, she thought. Then she realized if it were Uncle Jesse she would hear him putting in mousse. She then heard some Dutch jabbering, and surprisingly understood it to be, Here it is, Hanneli! I told you we could walk from Amsterdam to San Francisco! Let's go find her. Hanneli?
She heard another voice saying, I'll wait outside. Then there were thumps against the stairs. Then her bedroom door creaked open. Stephanie was staying the night at her friend's house, so she didn't notice. Then in the same voice that called someone Hanneli, "Who are you?"
DJ jumped up and screamed. There was a semi-attractive girl standing there. There was a six-pointed star on her shirt. She wore a plaid shirt and underneath a heavy trench coat were pants. "Donna Jo," DJ said with careful words. "And you?" "I'm Annaliese Marie Frank, but everybody calls me Anne."
Annaliese Marie "Anne" Frank? The name sounded too familiar. "You…you…how?" DJ asked, fumbling with words. "Well, I walked." Anne said. "Walked from Amsterdam to California. Walked from the Netherlands the USA."