You Are Bruno. You Just Betrayed Schmuel by Lying to Lieutant Kotler About the Food. Write Your Thoughts.
The boy in the striped pyjamas
You are Bruno. You just betrayed schmuel by lying to lieutant Kotler about the food. Write your thoughts.
I am hearing the sound of a loud voice shouting as I turn around. The drumming of my heartbeat grows loud as I run away from the shouting. Then I froze. I don’t know what I did, I am feeling nervous. It feels like something’s coming to get me. My hands are starting to shake. I’m scared.
Stomping into my room locking my door and trying to squash myself under the desk, constantly reminding myself of what I did wrong. I feel extremely guilty for lying. But I couldn’t blurt out the truth. I could still go and confess the truth now, but what if Kotler tells my Mum and Dad? I couldn’t be able to stand the consequences, and if they find out about me climbing over that window, I would get grounded for life! I am sitting here for an hour by now and I still don’t know what to do. What to do! What to do! I want to get out of this terrible house, I want my old house back, and I want my friends back! I want to get out of here…
I ran out the house heading towards my only secret place, it’s not that secretive, but no one really tries to interrupt me. It is my swing, this swing gives me a time to think and be clam. This swing reminds me of my old house, the freedom I had. When I sit on the swing I usually look up at the sky, but today I’m looking down making myself look like a prisoner, showing all those around me; the birds, the ants, the trees and flowers, shouting out telling them that I’ve done something really bad, that I’m a guilty person. But… one thing that made me ponder is why couldn’t I give my friend schmuel a piece of bread? It’s only bread. Why was Lieutant Kotler so angry about it? I mean it’s not even his bread.
As my question went on, I realised that these questions won’t make me a solider more than a prisoner. I noticed that these questions won’t get my friend schmuel to like me again, to trust me again, and to
You are Bruno. You just betrayed schmuel by lying to lieutant Kotler about the food. Write your thoughts.
I am hearing the sound of a loud voice shouting as I turn around. The drumming of my heartbeat grows loud as I run away from the shouting. Then I froze. I don’t know what I did, I am feeling nervous. It feels like something’s coming to get me. My hands are starting to shake. I’m scared.
Stomping into my room locking my door and trying to squash myself under the desk, constantly reminding myself of what I did wrong. I feel extremely guilty for lying. But I couldn’t blurt out the truth. I could still go and confess the truth now, but what if Kotler tells my Mum and Dad? I couldn’t be able to stand the consequences, and if they find out about me climbing over that window, I would get grounded for life! I am sitting here for an hour by now and I still don’t know what to do. What to do! What to do! I want to get out of this terrible house, I want my old house back, and I want my friends back! I want to get out of here…
I ran out the house heading towards my only secret place, it’s not that secretive, but no one really tries to interrupt me. It is my swing, this swing gives me a time to think and be clam. This swing reminds me of my old house, the freedom I had. When I sit on the swing I usually look up at the sky, but today I’m looking down making myself look like a prisoner, showing all those around me; the birds, the ants, the trees and flowers, shouting out telling them that I’ve done something really bad, that I’m a guilty person. But… one thing that made me ponder is why couldn’t I give my friend schmuel a piece of bread? It’s only bread. Why was Lieutant Kotler so angry about it? I mean it’s not even his bread.
As my question went on, I realised that these questions won’t make me a solider more than a prisoner. I noticed that these questions won’t get my friend schmuel to like me again, to trust me again, and to