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On May 19th, 1927, a baby was born. Her parents chose to name her Marie. When Marie was five, Franklin Roosevelt wasd elected president. When Marie was fourteen, a war broke out. The morning of Marie's seveteenth birthday, she awoke to a shot and a terrified scream. Hitler was in her house, and he had shot her father. After a while, Hitler and his Nazis left, taking Marie with them. Within a day or two, Marie was in a concentration camp for girls.
I am Marie, and I'm going to tell you my story straight from the pages of my diary. I am going to start my story from the morning of my seventeenth birthday, which is also the time at which I was on my way to the concentration camp.
May 19th, 1943 The Shot
A shot just rang out in my house. My father is screaming and I'm afraid to get up. I'm going to get up anyway. I'm scared, but also curious.
- by MaddyMay01 |
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- | Submitted on 04/10/2010 |
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- Title: Hatred of Hitler
- Artist: MaddyMay01
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- Date: 04/10/2010
- Tags: hatred hitler
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Comments (2 Comments)
- MaddyMay01 - 07/16/2010
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Well, i do agree. it could be much more detailed. but i submitted this like a year ago like an hour after the rough draft. i need to do some editing.
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- -GracedWithPoetry- - 05/01/2010
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I think it could be more...
What's the word...
Detailed.
Example: (?)
When Marie was seventeen, she heard her father's last scream after a bullet shot through his skin. The person behind the gun, Hitler, her worst enemy. - Report As Spam