Catrina: The Holocaust
Chapter 1
Catrina was a small 10 year old girl, when the holocaust began. She was pretty ordinary, black hair and dark eyes, no-one ever could tell what its true colour was. And her dark features clashed wth her pale complexion.
She was fairly skinny and lived with her parents, a lonely child. Another thing I ought to mention before I tell you this story of Catrina, she was a jew.
It all started one September night in 1939, Germans had been invading Poland and this is when all the problems began. Catrina was sat in her room, with a dimly lit lightbulb stuttering its light, from the ceiling. A yellow thing gleaming from her chest, it was the yellow badge all jews had to wear. Her black hair hung limply like a curtain, her eyes shone like jewels. Suddenly a loud bang erupted from downstairs followed by shuffling. "Catrina quick!!", it was Catrinas mum. The germans were here! Hide!
A panick stricken look had taken over Catrinas mum, her green eyes bulging and her dark hair flopped about her face . A horrified look had taken over Catrinas once stilled face and she immediatly ran to unlock the secret door to the attic. Her mother shoved Catrina quickly into the suffocating void, and followed in. Sat there in darkness cold chilling tears spread across Catrina's face as she sat there. Her arms tightly wrapped around her knees, the sound of hollow footsteps broke throughout the house. Every nook and cranny was being searched.
"Theres nothing here lutenant", reported a menacing voice, then at that time Catrina's father walked in. Call it unlucky, but his cheery voice met an uncanny silence.
"I'm home Catrina, Evelyn? Anybody home?" He asked peering around a corner and coming eye to eye with the lutenant.
"Where are your other family members?", he commanded spitting and grabbing Catrina's dad by the arm, "I know they are here somewhere, tell me or I will take your life". Cold metal against a throbbing temple, he guessed it was a gun.
"Don't shoot", He pleaded, "Ok I'll tell you where they will be"
Not believing what they had just heard their loved one say Catrina and her mum Evelyn froze. They both heard Ahren's voice trail off and feet hammering upstairs, Catrinas dad was giving up their hiding place.
Footsteps marched about the room under where Catrina and Evelyn were concealed. They heard small, shy footsteps sweep across the room and heard a voice boom, "Well??? Where are they?"
Floorboards creaked among the the movement. For awhile everything was still until Evelyn, gave a slight cough for the dust was tickling her nose, that was it.
"Up there! Get moving search the attic", a voice commanded.
Light filtered through the spot next to the women and the whole attic caved in, Catrina and Evelyn hurtled towards the floor. They both lay in a slumped pile, unconcious amongst fallen debri and were dragged away, along with Ahern.