Daisies, Sammantha Lewis [booksvooks txt] 📗

I knock on her front door.
“ Ally! Are alright?” she lead me inside and sat me on the sofa.
“ did something happen?” She asked.
“ my parents are missing, so I’m leaving the country.” I said. I spent the next hour or so explaining every detail. The entire time Mrs. Kings had the same bewildered stare I and this morning. Mrs. Kings look down, and sighed. She then looked up with a painfully sad expression.
“well I will miss you.” She whipped a building tear from her eyes.
“Does Patty know of this?”
“No. No..I haven’t told her.” I tried to smile.
“well you should go tell her.” Mrs. Kings struggled up out of her chair and guided me to the door. She opened the door and looked at me. When I looked up at her I tears running down her old rosy cheeks. I hugged her, and tried to hold back my tears.
“I’ll be back. I swear.” I could hear my breath stutter. We then said our final goodbyes. After I walked down door step, I turned and waved. I saw trying to smile as she waved back. As she closed the door I could see her begin to cry. I felt as if I had broken her hear. I then walked down the rugged stone road once again. I took one last look and the home of Mrs. Kings.
I walk through the bakery door. Patty rushed out from the kitchen covered in flower.
“Ally, are you out of bread again? Wait…why aren’t you at school ?” Her expression changed from cheerful to worried in a heartbeat.
“I don’t go to that school anymore.” I said sadly
“Well…Why not?”
“My parents are missing so… so I’m going to Italy soon to stay with my grandmother until they’re found.”
“I see. So how long do you think you’ll be gone?”
“Maybe a year or two,” Patty ran up and hugged me, and then she began to cry,
“What will I do without you?”
“I’ll be fine Mrs. Patty.” Patty pulled away and went into the kitchen. I did not see what she was doing , but all I heard was the crashing of pans. She rushed out of the kitchen with more flower in her hair then before, with something raped in cloth tucked under her arm.
“here, this is for you.” She handed it to me. I unfolded it to see a beautiful, fresh braided , loaf of bread with the sweet aroma of fresh apples and cinnamon.
“ It’s cinnamon apple, I made it today.” I looked down at the bread in shock.
“Miss. Patty , I can’t accept this - did you say it was cinnamon?” cinnamon was very rare and when you did find it, it was as expensive as a pair of shoes.
“ No, I want you to have it. I made it for you. After all cinnamon apple is your favorite.” She covered the bread with the cloth and pushed it towards me gently.
“Thank you.” We hugged goodbye once more , as I walked down the road I waved to Patty with a smile.
“write to me soon!” she called. It was nice to see her saying goodbye with a smile.
I walked down the long road, which quickly became running. As I ran down the road two Nazi soldiers shouted at me,
“Hey, young girl! Stop!” they shouted. I eminently came to a stop. The two soldiers ran up to me
“Why aren’t you in school?” the young soldier asked.
“We were let out early.” I lied. The older soldier glared at me,
“Then why do we not see any other children?” I was caught.
“where do you live. We will have to report you to your parents.” The young soldier grabbed my shoulder. I looked up at him and grinned.
“I’ll show you.” I brushed his hand off my shoulder. I slowly walked forward. I knew that I had to be cautious because if I did not do this right I would be shot on the spot. I could not lead them to my home! I had heard stories that children who do this first lead them to their home, then the Nazis decided if the child is Jewish, if they are the child and their parents are forced into the ghetto, if they are not the Nazis will raid your neighbors home .I took a deep breath and made my speed increase. I kept quit a distance from them; I then sprinted with my umbrella and loaf of bread in my arms. I could hear them shouting at me, but I did not dare to look back. I could hear their boots on the bricks of the road. I knew they were fast. This was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I could see my building. I slipped my wrist thought the leather strap of my umbrella. As I turned the corner I heard a gunshot, the bullet grazed a brick building I ran for the fire escape, and while one handed I jumped onto the ladder and had no time to wait for it to slid down. I started climbing the many ladders one handed. I got to the fourth floor safely and took the stairs from there. I ran down the hallway and bust through the front door of my apartment building. I was safe. I walked to the terrace and peered over the side. The two Nazis had just walked into the alley and were confused.
“Where did she go?”
“You should not have let go of her!”
“I didn’t think she could run that fast!” I giggled listening to their argument. I then went inside to change my clothes. I brushed my hair and put it into a bun. I changed into a long blue skirt with polka dots, and a white shirt. I put on my coat once again and took my umbrella with me.
I walked to my school to meet Sheriff Mark. I covered my face with my umbrella . I arrived at the school right when the bell rang. I saw Sheriff Mark standing at the gate. I walked over to him.
“ Did you bring that envelope?” he asked
“ yes sir.” We started walking to the office when Hattie, Maggie, and Manya saw me.
“ Ally! Where were you?” Maggie asked. I looked up at the Sherriff , he smiled down and patted my shoulder, I handed him the envelop.
“I won’t be coming to this school anymore.” I said
“well, why not?” Hattie asked
“ My parents disappeared, so I’ll be leaving for Italy soon.”
“Italy? Are you mad?” I could see Manya getting frustrated.
“well, yes. I’ll be living there with my grandmother until they find my parents.”
“Ally, it’s not your fault. I hope we see you soon.” Maggie smiled.
“Yes! Of course well see you again when your back, right” Hattie had always been the one who never lacked hope.
“Of course we well.” I told them. I looked over at Manya who had her arms crossed.
“Manya?” I felt as if she now hated me.
“you better write letters.” Manya smiled and her green eyes light up and her porcelain face softened. The three of us talked for the next fifteen minutes about what it would be like when we see each other again. Out of the corner of my eye I say a golden blur moving towards us. I turned to see Silvia.
“I heard about your parents ,Allison .” Silvia stood tall with her arms crossed.
“beat it! You Nazi kisser!” Manya told her.
“ Maybe , you deserved it,”