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Chapter One

'Why me?' I thought to myself. 'why here? Why now?'

It was the winter of 1944 and the middle of World War II. We were shivering in our blankets for reasons other than of the cold. My mother told me everything was going to be fine, and she got taken away. My father said that he was going to put a stop to the war, and he escaped to Canada. I was alone in the dark house, hidden away in the attic with my brother, Kennedy. We only had enough food for a couple more days; we were getting worried. When we thought that nothing else could be worse than our living conditions now, we heard a knock on the door.

My name Mary Rodes. I am 11 years old and in terrible condition. I am in need of bandages, but we cannot go to get some, or we'll be taken away and shot. Life here in England is hard nowadays, and my poor twin brother is making it all the worse. Kennedy Rodes has a high fever and has strep throat. meaning he cannot swallow properly, and this is the time when he needs his throat most. He also recently fell and has many scrapes on his legs from when we decided (stupidly) to go out to find some more food. We did find 2 loafs of bread, 3 grape vines and some cold tea, but unfortunately, we also found some nazi guards. They chased us down the block, but fortunately, the got confused and turned a wrong corner, giving us just enough time to retreat back to our our hideaway.

The voice behind the door screamed," Open up this door right now!" We didn't know what to do. I quietly sneaked down the stairs to open the door, and to my surprise, it was the shopkeeper's,from the bakery, children, Betty and Roger Skrome. They had used a recording of a guard's voice, so that we would open the door. I didn't really like Betty much, and Betty seemed to take to Kennedy more, so I just stuck with Roger. We talked alot even though I barely knew them before. I learned that he was 11 also, and that he had just escaped from their hiding place in the bakery's annexe. They decided to come here, because they knew that there were children in here. I told him about my mother and father, and about Kennedy's conditions.

Roger and Betty stayed with us for who-knows-how-long, and I began to like Roger. And I mean like, LIKE Roger. If there is one thing in this world I don't understand it is love. It is a mysterious thing, how you can have many emotions at the same time. And I think he likes me, too. As I was looking out the window, I saw something terrible. It was probably the most terrifying and awful sight I will ever see in my entire life. I saw Hitler and his army coming down the street.