Tears And Broken Glass
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Isabella Suckling, Grade 6, Paddington Public School
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Short Story
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2011
Excellence Award in the 'Step Write Up 2011' competition
My eyes opened immediatly, I could hear glass smashing, I could hear screams and I could hear shouts. I got out of bed and ran down the stairs, tripping on the last one and falling to the ground. I lay there for a few seconds and then slowly lifted my head. There were three boys throwing rocks at our windows and vandilising our door. Their faces screamed arrogence as did did their minds.My mum screamed as tears ran down her face and my dad shouted at the boys. My mind was full, full of pain and hot tears ran down my cheecks falling into my mouth. I heard of these boys, the boys that hated Jewish people so much they tried to hurt them. I wished I wasn't Jewish, I wished Hitler didn't exist and I wished that just for one day my family would be happy. I curled up in a ball and I stayed their sobbing and dreading when I would have to come out.
When I did come out my mother had three suitcases and the house was bare. She took my sweaty hand and with my father we started walking down the road, we walked and walked through the night until we were out of town and at a little house in the country. A plump lady escorted us in and lead us down to her basement. My father said three words and they made me feel better, We are safe now.