This is another story I thought of, I worked through it with a friend. It'll only be a few chapters. It's to remember the Holocaust and its victims. We always must remember to keep them in our hearts and to remember to never make those past mistakes.
ALVIN'S POV
It's a poor, Jewish family's worst nightmare. Ever since this Hitler came into power everyone and thing has been against Jewish people. I just don't understand what makes us different. We're forced to wear yellow stars on our shirts, we're not allowed to go certain places or be out at certain times, not even socialize with certain people. It's driving me crazy and today I heard the worst news of my life. We have to go into hiding. Why do we have to hide? Nothing makes sense. I've turned 16 recently, my little sister Allison is 5, and my twin, Jasper is the same age as me, and my two brothers Simon and Theodore are 14. We're all side by side in the basement with my parents. We have to be cautious not to make any noise in daylight, we can't run water. We have to live in absolute fear. I just want them to take us, just take us and end all the tension and fear. My little sister cries at night, having nightmares of them, my mother cries too, just afraid. I wish I could cry too, but I have to stay strong for my family. We try to get supplies as much as we can, but it's difficult when you can barely leave. Hopefully, all this madness will end soon.
-Alvin Seville
Brittany's POV
My father's a Nazi. The word disgusts me, this whole thing disgusts me. He works in camp Auschwitz, he makes me watch. Watch the suffering, the death, the depression. I sneak in their rooms at night bringing them food and comfort. I know it can't heal them, they've lost so much, and their eyes are grey and lost. I see them throw themselves against the electric fence, killing them. It pains me, but my father says Germany must be on top once again. That it must thrive; is it worth this? Is it worth killing all these people? I would most certainly think not. I keep my feelings against the Nazi rule a secret. If anyone knew, I would be through.
-Brittany Miller
ALVIN'S POV
I feel sick to my stomach; we can hear footsteps, stomping, above our heads. Is this it? Are we going to a camp, like the rest of our neighbors? I hold Allison close as her tears spill out, quietly; I comfort her gently, even though I could just cry too. The door busted open, "KOMMEN, DRECK!" the Nazi shouted. (Translation: COME, FILTH!) We were forced out of the small basement. This is it. They found us. We'll never see one another again. We were all separated, Allison and I luckily ended up together at camp Auschwitz. I looked at the gate, Arbeit Macht Frei. Work makes one free; I hope that if we work hard enough we will be free.
-Alvin Seville