The Night - Original Writing Essay

Over 11 million people were killed during the Holocaust, 1.1 million were children and 6 million were Jewish. In the novel titled Night by Elie Wiesel, it tells about a kid name Elie Wiesel and his experience during the Holocaust. This novel will will also explain his thoughts/feelings during this tragic event. During the tragic event, Elie Wiesel lost his mother when the Holocaust started and lost his father at the end of the Holocaust. Three qualities that contributed to Wiesel’s survival was his intelligence, when he hid his left arm, his bravery, when he refused to separate from his father during the selection, and his determination, when he decided to not stop running during the flee.

One of the main themes throughout the book is the title of the book “Night”. There are references from Eliezer about night during the book, which are full of symbolism. The word “night” is used repeatedly, and Eliezer recounts every dusk, night and dawn through the entire book. For instance, Night could be a metaphor for the Holocaust—submerge the family and thousands of Jewish families in the darkness and misery of the concentration camps.

“It didn’t seem right to wake you when you’d barely slept,” he answered with a wicked grin.

Lauren, on the other hand, was more of a night owl. She waited until the littler girls were done in the bathroom before quickly brushing her teeth and slipping into her pajamas. She retrieved her cell phone charger from her backpack and pulled her laptop out the drawer next to the bed. The beds were large and cozy so she didn’t mind much having to share one with her mom. She lifted the covers and slid herself in before opening the laptop and connecting her

I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.

Matt stared through the window, thrilled at the thought of what he would do that day.He immediantly grabbed his phone and texted Tommy, "Did you see the snow outside yet!?", Then waited.He soon got a text back saying, "Yeah, hurry and get ready, I'll meet you at Ripping Hill",Matt put his phone back, got dressed in almost three layers, and ran into Anna's room to wake her up.He tuned the light on, jumped onto her bed and bounced until she was awaken.

In the morning, it felt like a regular day. Lyla woke up to complete silence. She rolled out of bed, sliding her feet into her slippers and picked up the clothes that she’d picked out yesterday to wear today at school. She opened her bedroom door and walked down the narrow hallway to the bathroom, stopping at her sister’s room.

Courtney and Becca had refused to let her wear anything from her own closet, and had instead dressed her in a combination of things from both of theirs. Becca had insisted on doing her hair and makeup, and by the time they were done she barely even recognized herself. Now she stoid in front of the house, in a dress so short she swore it was actually a shirt, and heels she could barely stand in much less walk. She made it work, though, doing her best to strut her way inside. She wanted Lloyd to accept her into the life he had made for himself here, she was almost dedperate to prove to him she had

She dried herself off, toweling off her hair before wrapping the towel around herself. Grabbing her brush off of her counter, she went to her bedroom to search her closet. It wouldn’t take her long to get dressed; she already knew what she wanted to wear. She had an emerald green dress that cut off at her knees and showed off her figure without giving too much away. She brushed her hair as she pushed back all of her work clothes to reach the small collection of dresses she owned.

Veronica walked into the kitchen, fresh, clean, and free from the dream of earlier. She wore only a casual outfit of jeans and camisole top. No need to dress up if she had the evening off. She brewed a pot of extremely strong coffee and ate a slice of dry toast as she waited. She never was a huge breakfast eater. She saw an open box of cereal with loose cereal pieces on the counter. She rolled her eyes as she cleaned up the mess and put the box away. The open box was one of her biggest pet peeves.

“No, Gabriel, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I sat up noticing the monumental amount of light that was pouring into my room through my window. A few minutes later, I decided that I was ready to get out of my bed. While I was getting up, I quickly realized that I wasn’t ready; I got up anyway. My bones were aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs I headed.

Becca’s eyes shot open wide and went straight to the clock. It was just after midnight. Her thoughts moved quickly from her dream to Caleb, but it was too late to call anyone. Sneaking over to the Critical Care Unit was an option; it wasn’t far. The sight of the

Charlotte eventually came walking down the hallway I started pushing myself up the wall, but my pants were glued to the carpet. Lucas, Charlotte, Alexander, and Samantha walked into their bedrooms so they could put the boxes and the unconscious detective up then they pried me off the floor. Of course my pants had to rip my friends all laughed at me, and I won't lie I contemplated killing all of them, but I didn't really feel like being all alone in this world so I didn't. Lucas ripped the sunglasses of Samantha's face and threw them into the trashcan. Alexander laid the detective on the couch in Charlotte's bed and covered her up with a blanket he got out of one of our closets. The blanket of course was stained just like everything else in this hotel and smelled a dead fish that's been out in the sun too long. Charlotte and me put up the groceries then we all gathered in my room to figure how we would break the spell Jacob had placed on Samantha's

I dexterously snuck down the hallway without notifying the parents and went into Hannah’s room. Hannah had what was considered to be a normal room with a queen sized bed and a desk for her to do her homework on. Her walls were painted green, purple, and white, in an alternating pattern with carefully calculated stripes. As I walked into the room, I noticed Hannah sitting on the bed, playing on her phone. She had not noticed me yet. Grinning evilly, I went to the edge of the bed before slamming into her back as one would belly flop into a swimming

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.