Beyond the War

September 20th, 1939. A small girl, and a humungous war to face. Kelilah and her younger sister Tamra has to escape the Natzis. One day Tamra is ill and Kelilah has to become a completely different person to save her dying sister. Through her journey, she meets a boy who might change her life...


7. The Boy

I kept walking through the streets of the city. Ruins lay crumbled in front of me like a dead body. Hours passed of walking through the dark streets hoping someone wouldn't drop a bomb, or come out of nowhere to kill me. My eyes stung because of the smoke in the air, and my bare feet hurt from walking too far. The only sound it the city was the sounds of my footsteps silently stepping on the chards of debris, and my own breath gulping air, my throat trying not to let a sound peek. I look over for miles and miles but all I could see were piles and piles of hope washed away into piles of houses and smoke. The stench of blood and death was everywhere. Every mile or so I saw more than thirty dead bodies lying on the ground the color of a flower that was taken the color and life out of it.   

I kept walking until I heard footsteps near the corner of the block. My heart pounded like a drum inside my chest. Was my disguise good enough? Would I be able to speak, or would I just stand there like a tree on a windy day trembling with fear? I took a deep breath. I shadow raised over my head. I squinted trying to get the smoke out of my eyes. Could it be? Or was I dreaming? Was it Tamra? No, it couldn't be. How who she have found me anyway? I squinted again to get a better look at the person standing in front of me. It was a boy. I'd say about two years older than me, dark blonde hair, almost down to his shoulders. He looked confused. "Aren't you supposed to be at home brother? It's not safe out here." I hesitated for a moment. I wasn't a boy. No of course not. But in front of strangers, you are. I lower my voice and responded. "Well, I just decided I'd go on a morning walk," I said hesitantly. The boy sneered a smile. "You're funny. You remind me of my father. He would always go out in the mornings to admire the sunrise. Even in war conditions, he would always go out." I looked down thinking of what a father would be like, my heart drowning in sorrow. "Hey, brother! You look sad! What's the matter? Did I offend you?" "No, it's fine," I replied in a melancholy voice. "Okay then. You seem nice. Meet me at that red run down house you see over there this afternoon. I'd like to get to know you."       


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