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It's not bad that you're not a 'fangirl'. I'm not, either. ;)

It's not bad that you're not a 'fangirl'. I'm not, either. ;)"
I kind of want to be though is the thing


Haha, now I really can't wait to watch it, Madison! Haha



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Running in the Night
November, 1933
Nazi Germany
I awoke to the sound of nothing. A hand clutched my shoulder, shaking me awake from my slumber. My eyes flew open to see my best and only friend Rebecca with a finger to her lips, signaling that I should remain quiet and make no noise. I nodded and slowly sat up, doing my best to make no noise. However, being deaf, I could not know if I was making any sound at all.
Rebecca held a piece of paper in her other hand. She raised it up for me to read. In the dim light of the moon, I squinted to make the word out.
Gestapo.
I immediately swung my feet to the cold wooden floor. As I pulled on my boots, Becky slowly opened the window of the attic. Our host family for the past week had cleared a spot in the attic for us to stay while we were running from the Nazis. The attic, they explained, had a window with a vine crawling right up next to it. It was the perfect way to escape in case the Gestapo searched the houses. After an entire week of no searches for runaways, our luck had run out. The secret police had come.
I walked up to Becky and nodded to hear to show that I was ready. She held up three fingers. Even before our families had sent us away to hide from the Nazis, we had come up with a way of communication—finger and hand gestures. The gesture that she just showed me told me that both her and I had only three minutes to climb down the three-story house before the Gestapo came. If we had three minutes, the Gestapo must have been searching the other houses around here when our host family heard about it. Maybe luck was on our side.
Becky clutched my hand as I swung one leg out the window. My leg searched blindly for the vine for just a moment before finding it. Then, I drew my entire body out of the window. As soon as I was fully hanging onto the vine, Becky began her way out of the window and onto the vine.
I took a deep breath and made my way down the vine.
The cool air chilled my bones, but I ordered myself to not stop to pull my sweater closer around me. My eyes were opened wide, even though I knew I had had only a few hours asleep before Becky woke me up. She must have heard the commotion outside of the house. That was why both of our families had wanted us to leave together. I would have been caught the first day I ran away because I would not have heard them stomping and searching the houses. Because of Becky, I was still alive.
Being Jewish, my entire family was at risk of being sent to a prison camp, or concentration camp. However, being a Jewish deaf girl made me the main target.
After what seemed like an hour, my feet finally touched the ground. My worn-out boots did not do much to protect my feet from the thorns and sticks that were scattered over the ground from fallen branches. Still, I did my best to ignore the pain. Those already in prison camps had it worse than me.
Seconds later, Becky stood next to me, pushing me towards the tree line, about a hundred yards away from where we stood. I took a hold of Becky’s hand and started running. When only a quarter way there, breathing started getting harder and harder. My lungs were being pushed too hard. I wouldn’t be able to make it. Becky squeezed my hand tighter, urging me to keep going. I could feel her messages through our hands. We couldn’t stop now. We were almost free. We could both do this together.
I launched myself back into a run, just realizing that I had been slowing Becky down. If just for Becky, I could do this.
Finally, we made it to the trees. Becky let go of my hand and leaned her back against a large tree. She rested her hands on her knees and tried to slow down her breathing. My own hands found my way to my chest, feeling the quick beating of my heart. I turned to look at the house that I had been sleeping in just a few minutes before. Lights from every window shone to the rest of the city. Silhouettes could be seen moving around the house.
I turned to face Becky, searching her eyes in the moonlight. Her entire face filled with regret as soon as she understood what I was thinking. She shook her head.
There had been gunshots. I knew it. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry. Even though I had met the host family days ago, they saved us and in doing so, lost themselves to the Gestapo.
Becky placed her hand on my arm. Her own eyes glistened with tears, but she knew what we had to do. We could not stop to mourn; we had to keep running.
Nodding, I turned to face the long journey ahead of us. The trees swayed in the cool breeze, as if waving us forward, as if they were cheering us on.
We took a step forward. As we were about to begin our run, Becky froze and spun around. I followed her eyes to where they were watching. Lights were coming towards us.
We started sprinting further into the trees. Sweat poured down my cheeks as I raced through the bushes and branches
Suddenly, Becky lurched forward and hit the ground, breaking apart our linked hands. I don’t know if I screamed or made any noise but my mouth opened in shock. A dark stain covered her sweater’s back. I could see she was saying something but I could understand.
Bright lights suddenly made my vision go black. It took me a split second to adjust to the lighting. Dozens of Nazi soldiers came towards me with determined strides.
I turned back towards Becky. She lifted her head up, as if it was as heavy as the world on her soldiers, and I could see in her eyes one single word.
Run.
Then, her head fell forward onto the dirt. The soldiers had shot my best friend and killed her, but still their eyes held no regret, no pain.
With that final thought, I ran, not to delay death by the soldiers, not to be free from the Nazi. I ran for Becky.
This story is a fully fictional piece, except for the setting and time-period in which the Nazis did rule Germany and other parts of Europe.






Hart of Dixie - hw (haven't watched)
Cedar Cove - hw
Star Struck
Geek Charming
free Rein - hw
Rodeo Girl - hw
A Horse for Summer
Horse Dancer - hw
Storm Rider
Rodeo and Juliet
Heartland

I am a junior in high school!

What do you think?

Sounds great to me!


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