It was the year 1943, Berlin Germany. The wars have gotten worse. My stomach growled, I hadn't ate a full meal in days. My family had been struggling to get us meals since the spike of prices. The whole world around me felt gloomy. The date was Saturday the 4th of the 12th month of the year. As I sat in my room reading my favourite book I heard an abrupt knock on the door.
My mother stood in my living room terrified for her little boy. She attempted to process what her eyes were capturing. Two soldiers plummeted into our home and snagged my brother away. Possible never to be seen again.
After witnessing something so inhumane I dashed upstairs grasped tarnished scissors. Raised them to the tips of my black locks and chopped everything off, till i felt more like a boy then my brother.
After I successfully transformed my hair style, now it was time to move on to my outfit. I dashed to my brothers wardrobe decided upon the manliest clothes that had been in there threw them on.
As I sat on the edge of my window sill I began to write a short letter to my family. It stated " Dear family, at this time i'd assume that you had discovered that I'm gone. I'm asking you kindly, please don't come looking for me I don't know when I will be back or if I will be back. I an doing some soul searching." I slipped my letter through the window right before falling the 10ft drop to my feet.
I sprinted to our little shed grabbed my bicycle and was off. I followed closely behind the men who had taken my brother.