Personal Narrative: Death By Night

Death by Night Chloe Curtis 5th grade Chapter One One week until your trial,” they say to all their prisoners. I close my eyes and try to imagine a happier place. My family. They lead me into this place. The colors on the outside were beautiful. They looked like an artist at work. Above the beautiful colors was a sign that says, ‘NORTHERN ENGLAND COLLEGE FOR BRITISH JEWS’. Mum had said to me, “you’re a British Jew! It’ll be perfect!”. The lobby was gorgeous. It had six chairs on each side with tables in between the seats, separating them with small, quadrilateral coffee tables. The receptionist greeted me with, “hello James Cleerly. A worker will come take your bags and you to your room.” Little did I know this

Then he led me to stairs. Grey stairs. We went down, I went first. I looked down to the ground and stopped. The bottom of the stairs was pitch black. “Is this suppose to be black at the bottom?” I ask him. “Actually, the correct way of saying it is, ‘is it suppose to be black at the bottom,’ and yes.” I shiver and go towards what awaits me at the bottom of the stairs. And now I sit in my cell, with my two cellmates, Julian and Anthony. Actually, we’re supposed to call them rooms and we’re supposed to call our cellmates roommates. So now we wait until our trial. And boy, was I mad when I saw there was no colors down here. Except grey. Grey was the only color. Grim and grey. Grey and grim. Though I was still happy I had on my Hawaiian pink, blue, and orange shirt on along with my hot pink shorts. Of course, they made me change into a grey jumpsuit. No, I didn't have a choice. It was that or death. It was like Hitler all over again! Once I walked into the room where all the cells were they immediately had guards all around me. Holding rifles and AK47’s. “Git on into that room over there,” the worker said then pointed to a small room with black stained windows and a grey metal door. “No,” I said, fear and confidence swirling around inside of me. The worker snapped his finger and the guards had pointed their guns at me. “Ok, I will,”

Talk about embarrassing. I didn't complain though. I mean, they had heavy duty guns. So I got dressed, in front of them. Then they lead me to my cell. I learned to get along with my cell mates and now we listen to the guards talk and watch new people come in