Creative Writing: The Live of a Teenage Girl During the Nazi Regime

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Imagine for a moment that you are a simple teenage girl. You wake up in the morning, tired from staying up too late the night before. You have to mentally cerce your body to allow yourself to get out of bed and get ready to go somewhere, and this somewhere is the last place that you want to be. You dread spending your entire day inside the same building in which you find yourself every other weekday. You practically fall asleep in the shower, in your car, and at your desk. You can easily describe yourself in one word: Exhausted. On your way to school you stop to get breakfast, you begin to realize that the price was a couple cents higher than it was when you came here for breakfast yesterday morning. “Taxes must be rising again,” you …show more content…
Imagine for a moment that you are a simple teenage girl. You wake up in the morning, tired from staying up too late the night before. You have to mentally cerce your body to allow yourself to get out of bed and get ready to go somewhere, and this somewhere is the last place that you want to be. You dread spending your entire day inside the same building in which you find yourself every other weekday. You practically fall asleep in the shower, in your car, and at your desk. You can easily describe yourself in one word: Exhausted. On your way to school you stop to get breakfast, you begin to realize that the price was a couple cents higher than it was when you came here for breakfast yesterday morning. “Taxes must be rising again,” you think. After breakfast, you get back into your car and start the engine. You take a deep breath and wonder what would happen if you decide not to go to school today. Your favorite song comes on the radio, and you let yourself become engulfed in the chorus. You decide that going to school is a must. You are distracted until the red and blue flashing lights reflecting in your rearview mirror pull you out of your trance; you suddenly realize that you are being pulled over. You begin to panic and diverge into the nearest parking lot. Your hands instantly turn diaphoretic. You begin to think quickly, but you are unsure of where you had been out of line. You hear a knock on your window and roll it down. “ License and registration,” the officer

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