The screams from the streets of Poland was not a cheerful one. Sitting on the chair, swinging his feet back and forth in fear. Looking at his mother who was in a frantic, running around the house hiding valuable items. A curious, Ten year old Albert gets up from his chair and sneaks to see the chaos from his window. The guards were running into buildings, trashing homes, shooting innocent, unarmed people. His best friend, Rebecca and her mother were caught by the guards. The guards grabbed Rebecca by her arm, threw her in the street. Her mother was thrown into the streets by her hair. She quickly grabbed Rebecca, held her in a motherly, protective way.
“RUN!” yelled a Nazi Guard.
Hysterically crying, Rebecca’s mother grabbed Rebecca and began to run away from the guards. The guards, took out their Karabiner 98k Rifle. Albert covered his eyes with his hands and began to cry. The sounds of the rifle made Albert flinch. Slowly removing his hands from his eyes, only to see at the guards laughing at the lifeless bodies of Rebecca and her mother.
“RUN!” yelled a Nazi Guard.
Hysterically crying, Rebecca’s mother grabbed Rebecca and began to run away from the guards. The guards, took out their Karabiner 98k Rifle. Albert covered his eyes with his hands and began to cry. The sounds of the rifle made Albert flinch. Slowly removing his hands from his eyes, only to see at the guards laughing at the lifeless bodies of Rebecca and her mother.