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
shock, I realized that meeting Anne Frank was like being able to shoot the Fuhrherr. It was amazing, I wanted to scream and let the whole town know who I had met. But I couldn’t, especially because I could here the soldiers marching towards us. All the sudden there was a knock on the door and Ann, her family, and I were running up the stairs towards the hidden attic. The attic floor was icy cold, but I layed on it so that I could see what was going on through the tiny hole in the floor. A man emerged from the family closet with papers and opened the door, letting in a 6 foot tall Nazi soldier. I shuddered but payed close attention, the Nazi scanned over the papers, nodded, and left. “What was that?” I said. “As long as you have papers saying you are not a Jew you won’t get taken away.” said Ann. “That man is our neighbor and comes over every time the nazis march to show that no jews live here.” I stood up and walked myself over to the attic ladder “Stop!” Ann quietly yelled. “They might still be around and if they see that our neighbor doesn’t live alone they will ask for our papers and we will get taken away, all of us.” I stopped in my tracks and backed up towards the wall, “When can we leave the attic then?” I asked. “Not until the morning which means we will sleep up here for the night.” Ann’s mother whispered. In the morning we all climbed down and had stale toast and tea for breakfast.
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
could.

I didn’t know much about papers proving you to be Jew or not, that’s why I ran right upstairs searching for them. I thought that they had to have papers somewhere or the other, in case of an emergency where they needed to lie about their beliefs. I ran into Ann’s parents room and rummaged through drawers but didn’t find a thing. Next I ran into Ann's room and went through all her drawers, but once again found nothing. Then I realized her bed had an oddly large box under it, I ripped the box from under the bed, tore off the lid, and found something I wish I would have found sooner.

In the box were papers saying Ann was a Nazi along with a swastika badge and Nazi uniform. I turned white with shock, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Then I turned around and saw a gun pointing at the back of my head. I froze then saw who was holding it, it was Ann. I gained back reality and kicked the gun right out of her hand, I tied her to the bed with thick rope and put a knife next to her so she could get free but it would take a while. I then speeded downstairs to catch her parents and tell them the truth. But when I got down there, they were gone.

I panicked, I raced down the street looking everywhere I could while trying not to get spotted. I realized that my fingers and lips were turning blue and dragged myself back to Ann’s house. I went in through the back door and went to her room only to find her and Hitler discussing plans about the war. The next thing I felt was the sharp leg of a chair smack the side of my head and I was out cold. I woke up a couple of days later lying on the cold hard ground of a prison cell with a sharp throbbing pain in the side of my head. It smelled like death and mold, and I was so frightened. Now, I am a prisoner in a concentration camp run by Nazis, and I hope that once I die by starvation or hypothermia my diary will be found and used for knowledge to help end this terrible war.