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My father pushed his hand violently over my mouth. I heard the stair above me creak under the weight of the military officer. His large boots smacked the tops of the wood carelessly.my stomach tensed as fear flowed through every section of my body. The resident had hollowed out the stairs of her basement and let us hide, my father and I. I will be thirteen soon. I've waited my whole life for that, but the new laws have prevented me from embracing my heritage and becoming a man. The stairs cried again, and more boots flooded through. They searched for what seemed like hours, I took long slow quiet breaths. They must have finished bc I heard them shuffle upstairs. My father still kept a tight grip for about four more hours and finally released. We were careful not to make a sound for the next three days. Finally mrs. Wilshurm opened the secret passage and gave us more supplies. We gave silent thank yous and huddled into a new soft blanket. It was to get cold tonite.
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 11:38:57-05:00
I love it!
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 11:38:57-05:00
I love it!