Personal Narrative Essay: The Ann Frank

It was bitter cold in Germany, Nazi soldiers were just around the corner rounding the jews they just caught into big trucks with swastikas on the side. Snow was falling hard and I was running hoping not to get caught. I am not a jew but I do not support Hitler and anyone that doesn’t support him gets the same punishment as a jew. I was running fast not paying attention to where I was going, when I ran straight into a girl with a bright red coat on. I felt really bad and said sorry but before I could say anything else she turned around and I realized I was talking to the Ann Frank. All the Jews and non Hitler supporters had heard of her and her family but no one ever saw them. Everyone had just grew to believe they were a myth, especially because no one believed that there were anymore jews in my part of town.

After I realized who I was talking to I saw that she was short, shorter than I expected. She had dark brown hair that flipped in by her shoulders and freckles that covered her smooth flawless skin. She took me by the hand and pulled me inside a building, it was her house. It blended in very well with the houses around it, it had dark purple curtains that were eaten by moths and smelled like must. It had a very rustic feel to it, like the house had lived a life of its own.

After I got over the the
The snow had stopped falling, but it was still bitter cold and ice had glued all the windows and doors shut. We were sitting by the fire trying to stay warm when the snow started falling again, this time in big clumps. We all stood up and went towards the window to get a closer look at the flakes falling from the sky. But when we did we realized we weren’t looking at snow, but ashes filling the air from the buildings around. We ran outside and saw massive tanks plowing through the streets and people running beside them lighting fire to houses. I ran back inside as fast as I