ipl-logo

Personal Narrative-The Heart Of A Monster

1309 Words6 Pages

The Heart Of A Monster
It was August 28, 1939, I remember waking up to cloudy skies and cries of terror. The sound of agony and tears were like our morning bells, nowadays people are always dying. Today, the German Young People, who were also the youngest group of the Hitler Youth were going for their first patrol at the Märakishes Museum and my little brother Luis was part of that group. Since I am a “girl ring leader” in The League of German Girls I was permitted to visit the museum without cost while the expedition was going on.

We arrived at the museum by high noon. All the boys were dressed in khaki colored shirts with swastikas stitched on the right sleeve and camo green shorts. Their boots were polished and their ties were tied in …show more content…

“I just want to see what 's inside the sarcophagus, the latch is broken.” For some reason, my voice was strained as if it were a string on a violin.
“It must have been tampered with, I will get someone to fix it. Run along, go join your friends.”
Something about the way she spoke made me reach my hand to the latch and lift the side. She was hiding something and I want to find out what it is.
The old lady was panther. She sprang up and grabbed my hand, pushing me to the floor. The sarcophagus fell with a thud and a cry came out. The latch broke off and out tumbled a little boy, not older than Luis. I gasped.
“Ellif, get back in there immediately before the Nazi come!”
“Tante Mamira, what happened? Are they gone? Have you found mama and Becky?”
The little pale skinned boy showered her with questions, a glint of hope flashing in his eyes.
She sprang up from the floor where we lied and moved the sarcophagus over and opened a little door in the floor. Mamira quieted the little boy, gave him a peck on his cheek and whispered something in his ear. I got up, wiped the ruffles on my skirt and began to question her when a rush of footsteps came from the

Open Document