Daisies by Sammantha Lewis (acx book reading TXT) 📖

window and walked down the hallway to our apartment. I unlocked the door and rushed to my balcony. I looked down into the alley and saw two Nazi soldiers yelling at each other most likely about the noise the ladder made when it slid down. I sat on my balcony laughing at the state of panic they were in. I did this almost daily because they would stop me on my way home and question me, and when it was past curfew they would say I have broken the law. (When really it was their fault.)
I then realized that mama and papa were gone. I figured that they left early. I went to me evening routine of cooking, doing homework, cleaning the house, and checking the news about the war, and then go to bed.
I woke up the next morning at six o’clock for school. I opened my wardrobe and found my heavy dark gray wool blazer. I then found my white cotton shirt and my red and black plaid skirt. I looked in my drawer for my black beret and dark grey thigh-high socks. After I was done getting dressed, I braided my hair, tied matching red ribbons in my two braids, and pinned my beret in place. With my fingertips, I swept my bangs to the side of my face. I looked in the mirror of my large wooden vanity and smiled.
I walked out of my room and shut the door quietly. I listened to the sounds in the house and realized that I was alone. I crept to my parents room and opened their door. When I opened the door I saw that their bed was not slept in. I looked at the empty room and could feel a tear build. I closed the door and ate bread and milk for breakfast once again. Before I left I laid my school bag on the counter and packed my bag. I then tided my black ankle boots. I looked back at my small empty home,
“I’m leaving, now.” I called. I did not expect an answer, yet I still felt abandoned.


chapter 4: Gone

As I walked to school I couldn’t wait to see Maggie and tell her about my weekend. I also couldn’t wait to race her. Just by thinking of it I found myself running . To me running was the greatest thing to me. I ran so fast that my braids did not even touch my shoulders and the rugged brick road felt like velvet. I didn’t mind the people around me snickering at me when I jumped over an obstacle. I could my mode lighten just by running , but the worst feeling was coming to a stop when I arrived at school.
I looked around for the other 6th graders. I then saw my three friends Manya, Maggie, and Hattie. I rushed over to them,
“Hello everyone, and how was your weekends?” I asked with a large smile.
“I practiced Tennis all weekend,” Manya said.
“I babysat Edwin.” Hattie answered
“I ran in the big race ,and came in 5th place.” Maggie said with a curious look.
“By the way I didn’t see you at the race , Ally. Why is that?” Maggie seemed disappointed.
“I was stopped at the gate by a German,” I said with an annoyed tone.
“I wish you were there, An old man won the grand prize. He was as fast as train-” Maggie was interrupted by Hattie.
“If he was as fast as a train then you could have beaten him easy.” Hattie had always been proud of my speed. I could see Silvia March walk over to us.
“That was my uncle who won the race. Ha! You could never beat him.” Silvia was a tall blue eyed blond who’s parents were supporters of Adolf Hitler, and has mocked my for my looks ever since the war started. Before the war, we were good friends.
“Well I guess we will never know will we,” I said. Silvia snickered,
“We wouldn’t have won any way! You couldn’t even get through the gate!”
“And why do you care?” Manya was starting to get restless.
“Well in my opinion it was a good thing , after all ‘anyone who looks like a Jew is a Jew’ so you should be treated like one as well. You rat.”Silvia had always mad rude comments like this.
“Are you saying I’m a flig! Don’t lump me in with you!” I yield at her.
“I never said I was Jewish,” She said.
“Oh go twirl your hair , you Nazi kisser!” Manya yield. Silvia glared at use and walked away.
“Don’t be a bitch!” I called to Silvia. My friends looked at me.
“Why did you call her a female dog?” Hattie asked.
“Have you ever seen her on all fours looking for her earring? And with all those boys around her you might mistake her as one.” I jokingly expanded.
“You’re absolutely write” Maggie laughed. The four of us looked at Silvia from far away.
“Nothing would please me more then to kick her teeth in.” Maggie said
“But then you’ll have to run laps for punishment,” said Hattie said
“That’s sounds fun.” I said. My friends all laughed. The day went by quickly. Maggie and I raced and once again, I won. The day ended peacefully.
I skipped home hoping that Mama and Papa would be home. As I passed a store I saw a news paper in the window that read ‘rebel army defeated by Germany and captured’ I did not know why but I felt like this concerned me. I then ran from the shop and rushed home. I needed to see my parents. I felt like something was wrong. I was scared. I then went in to the alleyway to use the fire escape. I took a few steps back, ran up, and grabbed the ladder. The ladder fell down with a thud. I quickly ran up the fire escape. I rushed down the hallway and struggled to unlock the door. When I finally did I opened the door, but only to an empty home. I slowly walked to the sofa and began to cry. I then had to face the reality that my parents were missing. I must have cried for an hour or so before I walked into my parent’s room and lay on their bed. I did not want to be alone.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of the rain. I did not change out of my uniform I only took out my braids. I put my trench coat and a scarf around my neck. With an umbrella, I walked to the police station. I felt lost. I felt like I was in a fog. I could barely see through the thick heavy rain, cars would splash water on me when they drove by. I was terrified, wet, and cold. By the time I reached the police station, it looked as though I did not even use the umbrella. The sheriff walked out of his office.
“Allison, what are you doing here?” all I could do was give him a bewildered stare.
“I’d like to file a missing peoples report,” I said. The sheriff looked around the room
“It would be best if we talked in my office.” The two of use walked into his office and sat down at his desk, he then pulled out a file folder.
“Who is missing?” he asked
“My parents.” After I said this, he looked up at me in shock.
“Arthur and Beth?” he seemed to be in disbelief. I softly nodded my head.
“How long have they been missing?”
“Two days.”
“Do you have any living relatives?”
“Yes, My grandmother in Italy.”
“Normally, I would ask you to stay in country, but because you’re a minor I’ll allow you leave the country and we will inform you with information. Do you have any of contact information for your grandmother?” He asked. I pulled out an envelope out of my pocket that my parents gave to me if anything happened to them. I handed it to the sheriff. He opened it and there on piece of paper was my grandmother’s information, her address, phone number, and a photo. He left the room and dialed her phone number. I did not pay attention to the conversation. Instead, I stared at the floor praying that they were alive. I thought of my mother. I could see her bright smile, and her sapphire blue eyes, and then my father, how when he came home from work he would lift me up and smile. They were the closest thing to a family I had ever had.
Sheriff came into the room,
“I talked to your grandmother; you will be living with her until your parents are found. And I will get permission for you to leave the country.Until then you should notify your school and pack you things.” I looked up at him in shock.
“How am I supposed to do that alone?”
“I will explain your situation to the head master.” He sighed
“Mistress. Head mistress.” I corrected him.
“ anyway, I will meet you at your school to talk to your head mistress about your disenrollment.” After that, I thanked him for time and walk out into the rain once again. I walked down the side walk and as I passed Mrs. Kings’ street I thought I should inform her that I would be leaving. I walked down the wide rugged stone road.