ISLA ‘S 100 WC RELATES TO ‘AFTER’ BY MORRIS GLEITZMAN
I heard them before I saw them, the Nazis. I quickly ran and hid in a slimy drain.
All I heard was footsteps. I peeped out of the drain but it wasn’t just Nazis, there were other people, Jews – just like me.
They were just shuffling down the road, the Nazis were whipping people. A man fell down and didn’t get up – a Nazi shot him! I felt like running up to the soldier and whacking him with a stick, then I realised that the person who shot the man was a kid!
I ran as fast as I could.