Heinrich: A Short Story

The teacher ran outside of the room to see what was happening. She screamed at us saying “we need to leave now!” As we ran to exit the building I could hear screams of people and saw the walls caving in from what I guess could’ve been another bombing. I was frightened and worried about all my friends who were over there. I kept thinking to myself that they were okay but I had this terrible feeling they weren’t.

But how it all happened to me was terrible. I was sleeping when I heard a crash from down stairs. At first I thought it was my dog running into things again but then I heard my parents screaming. I was terrified more than ever before in my life. I quickly ran into my closet where I hid behind a few boxes. I then herd steps coming up stars then in the hallway leading into my room. I could hear them at my door. All I wanted to do was scream and run but I couldn’t I was too scared to move. The

My mom and I ran out to see what all the noise was. We see soldiers. Taking people and dragging them aggressively by the arm. My mind was filled with so many questions that no one could answer. Why are they taking these people? Where are they taking these people? Who are these people taking them? What are they going to do with them? Am I next? Are we next? The lost could go on and on. My mom and I went back inside and locked the doors. But the soldiers broke right through our door. At that moment I had a feeling It wasn’t going to be easy from here and on. I was wondering where my dad was. He had left off to work but I didn't know what they would do to him since he wasn’t with us. But back then I had no idea that morning of January 30th would be the last time I saw my dad. It was the last time. We were then told to pack our stuff and that we only had 10 minutes to do so, but it felt more like 5 mins. I helped my little brothers pack their stuff so I really didn’t have time to pack mine. The soldiers put us on a train along with the others, they didn’t say where they were taking us. I held my smaller brothers tight in my hands. I didn’t know what was going to happen to us, or where they were taking

Later on that day, I heard shouting and crying down the road a ways. I swung the door open and ran towards the commotion. My mind was running through the files of my brain thinking on what it could be. I finally thought of the worst situation

I climbed out, and looked around. Most of the drawers, cupboards and doors were either open or smashed. My parents had vanished, they were nowhere to be seen. I walked to, what used to be, the front door. I looked outside and was horrified to see that half of the houses were in flames or had burnt down completely. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to think. I don’t know why, but I started to run. I ran as fast as I could I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to the city limits, I was going to leave ‘The Main’. I jumped the fence, and was engulfed by trees and plants. I walked around, I didn’t know what to do; should I go back? Should I hand myself in? When I was deep in thought a hand covered my mouth and I fell to the

I threw on some acceptable clothes and went downstairs to get a better view. It seemed to be very light out for 1 am and I quickly realized that Miss Maudie's house was in flames. I didn’t know what to do so I ran to wake up my dad. He was a bit groggy but quickly realized what was going on. My dad ran out of the house to go and help, I wanted to go as well but I reckoned someone had to look after the house. He ran out with a look of terror on his face. I was surprised he found in his heart to go out and help, he is usually so stubborn and selfish. I’d never seen anything like this before, the fire being so close, it was actually very scary to think about. From what I could see basically all of Maycomb was helping lug furniture from Miss Maudie's house as it slowly burned down. I noticed they couldn’t start the Maycomb fire truck because of the cold, it just wasn’t turning over. At this time the Abbottsville truck was pumping water onto the fire. I saw another truck arrive and try to hook up to a hydrant but none were left so they were using hand extinguishers. Suddenly there was a huge

“They’re probably around somewhere. “No.” She shook her head. “They’ve been missing for at least a half an hour. I thought they were climbing the hill…”Then we all froze. You can hear someone yelling. It sounded like it was coming from the church. “I’ll get them, don't worry!” I started running , a man caught my arm. “I'll get them, You kids stay out.” I jerked loose and ran on. All I could think about was that we started it. I through a rock at the window and pulled myself in. I took a deep breath and started coughing. “Where’s the kids?” “In the back I guess?” I hollered, we started stumbling through the church. The cinders and embers began falling on us. We pushed open the door to the back room and found four or five little kids, about eight or younger, huddled in a corner. One was screaming his head off, and Johnny yelled, “Shut up! We’re going to get you out!” He looked over his shoulder and saw that the door was blocked by flames, then we pushed open the window and tossed out the nearest kid. I picked up a kid and he bit me, but I leaned out the window and dropped him as gently as I could. I could hear Dally screaming at us. I picked up kids as fast as I could. The Roof was falling, I heard abruptly “Get out!”.

I wanted to yell out. I wanted to know where my pack was, where my parents were at. But no sound escaped my lips. The burning building were becoming increasingly harder to see. Panic took a hold of me, sucking what little energy I had left up.

After dinner we were sent to bed at 8:00 and even the second night was miserable. Most of Mrs. Mary Ann’s kids cried themselves to sleep every night with the fear of never finding a permanent home. When the alarms went off at 9:00 am we got dressed, ate breakfast and were sent off to school. It was only one week until Christmas,so the kids explained to us how the nuns told Santa that we were naughty. We only got few gifts or none at all. Very out of the ordinary a car pulled up with a county worker and a Mother and Father. From upstairs we could hear them talking about adoption. The head nun walked them upstairs and we all introduced ourselves. When they looked at me, I made sure I opened my big blue eyes and smiled really big. The mom melted when she saw me. They walked up to my bed and asked if I would like to come with them. My face lit up with excitement as I jumped up and gave them a huge hug. They drove me to their house which was huge and they had neighbors with kids I could play with. They told me I had to make a list for Santa as quickly as i could being that it was close to

The frantically barking dogs wanted to be with their master, and I had to try to save them. The side gate had already been torn down by the firefighters, so I rushed in. Splashing through the shallow pool, water was splashing into my face. Barely able to see, I grabbed a dog in each arm and ran. They were sqorming, trying to get free but as soon as we were clear from the burning building, they stopped moving but their panting told me that they were still alive. People crowded around me, amazed I was out alive, without a scratch. I quickly let go of the dogs and let them have their free space. Mom came rushing up. She cried, them shouted, then praised me, then told me I was grounded and had to go to bed. I silently agreed. For the first time, I didn’t dream of saving a person from some great

I wake up hearing screams and feeling heat all over my body, the fire alarm is blaring and i run to my father. He tells me to keep sam safe and out of the corner of my eye I see my mom on the ceiling engulfed in fire. That night was the last time I saw my father and where I embarked on a journey against demons and to get vengeance on whatever killed my mother.

It was not fair. I did not talk to anyone and sat in the corner crying, for what felt like hours, until my auntie said “yalla oumi”, which meant come get up. The area was clear and we could go outside. I jumped up with the most energy excited to go but was sternly warned that we might see some confronting scary sights. Just as we walked outside from the corner of my eye I saw my home. The front was destroyed! A bomb had hit my home. It felt unreal, I felt like I was in a nightmare, terrified and scared knowing that this was reality. I could not help the tears rush down my cheeks as I started screaming. I saw my mum's plastic shoes near the house and thought about the likelihood of her being dead. I did not understand who had been calling me. Maybe it was not mum. By now my neighbour carried me to the house next door where I placed on the couch eyes closed but someones has hugging me. Instantly I knew that it was mum she was the only person who played with my hair, she was crying tears rushing down her cheeks. I was ecstatic, excited, happy no emotion could describe how I felt because my mum was alive! I just wanted to sit and hug her for hours.

It was a cold, winter night. The wind blew against window, which the house sound like a tornado was happening outside. It was another lonely night, my parents were never home. They both had very successful jobs, they were always busy so they just me at home. They actually told me they bought a mansion closer to their work so, that meant I had to live alone. I am still grateful though, it could be worse. My original family, had abandoned me when I was a baby. The orphanage said they were delusional and that if it wasn’t for that I would be dead. I got up from my bed, pushing the blanket aside putting my head between my legs with my hands over my head. I removed my hands after a few seconds, I looked at my alarm clock on my midnight desk.

All at once chaos broke out and everyone ran toward the door. Everyone ran straight to the woods behind the school to hide. I ran straight to my family. I weaved through the crowd which was running the opposite direction like metal to a magnet. I was nervous, and I was confused, but I had to trust my gut. I had to go home and find my

Karl Heinrich Marx was born in Prussia in the 18th century. He was born into a Jewish family, but his father denounced Judaism because it was hard for Jewish people to find work. His father converted to Lutheran and Marx was baptized in 1831.