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Counting Waves
By: Coby Tzur







“They're here!” Peter cried. My face turned bright red. My knees were trembling. My thoughts wondered to “What if they figure out i’m a jew?” and then my thoughts wandered to “What is death like?” Then I tried to get my knees to stop trembling...Impossible. I locked my two hands fingers together and bashed my palms together trying to escape from the big question in my head “Will I die?”
The nazi’s walked in. “Get up!” One of them commanded. He was wearing tall black boots. Green leather pants, with a matching shirt. A rifle over his shoulder, and a captain’s black hat. Me and Peter obeyed his order. We silently pushed our blankets off and got up. Peter’s mom and dad were right behind the nazi’s. “Names!” the captain ordered. “Peter,” Peter said. “And you,” he said, pointing his index finger towards me. “Um..” I staggered. “We didn’t discuss this before,” I thought quickly to myself. “Donald no, James yes,” I thought. “Um...James!” I exclaimed. “Why are you so excited?” the captain nazi questioned. “Eh, oh” I thought. “I was so excited, because...I love my name!” I exclaimed. “Fair enough,” the nazi’s cruel hoarse voice replied. “Phew,” I thought. “But, I don’t buy it!” one of the other nazi’s commanded. “Why did there have to be so many nazi’s?” I thought. My heart raced and I noticed my knees were still trembling. The captain nazi steadied his hand on the trigger of the gun. My thoughts raced. But, then in the darkness of the night Peter spoke his voice quivering. “The baby!” he cried. “What?” his dad asked. “The baby!” Peter went down to his knees and cried. The head nazi cursed. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!” he demanded. The nazi’s grip on his rifle trigger hardened. I knew I had to do something fast. I realized what Peter was doing. He was setting a distraction for me. But, I had nothing to do. He was sacrificing his life. I had to do something quick. But, this time my brain was just a little bit faster than my heart. But then it all got slowed down to “Will I die?” Which was a real bummer because I could have survived a lot easier without it. But that was the thing that got my mind. I had one option...run. But, I needed a plan. So, I started talking. “Do you know how many people you kill a day?” I asked. The nazi’s grip on his rifle tightened. “RUN!” I cried. Me and Peter dashed. The nazi’s right behind. Their boots stomped behind us making my heart beat two times faster. My veins were popping out from fear. The greatest fear in the world. Death. I ran as fast as I could with Peter. My parent’s had escaped leaving me and Peter running alone from the nazi’s. We may have been running to our death’s but for all me and Peter knew we were running away from death. Part of myself thought, “Maybe death isn’t so bad,” but then my other part tried to think “I don’t want to find out, I don’t want to find out, I don’t want to find out,” The nazi’s were still on our trail. We were losing them. Their boots got quieter and quieter until we couldn’t hear it at all. “Peter were free!” I exclaimed. “Yeah, in a forest,” Peter proclaimed. I looked down it was true. We were in a forest. “If you think we have any way of surviving your wrong!” Peter yelled. I kept quit. I walked around a little, when tight cold, dry, big strong hands wrapped around my neck. “Live or die,” the nazi whispered in my ear. I pulled a stone from beneath me and threw it at the nazi’s face. There was a millisecond where I wasn't sure if I would live or die. If he would choke me or get hit. That rock decided my destiny. That throw would be the one to save or end my life. He crumpled to the floor. I ran. My life was on the edge. If the nazi could get me, I would be dead. My only hope was to run for my life. My heart’s beating was going faster than my legs running. My breathing was going faster than my heart, as my hands trembling was faster than my breathing. As I ran, the rustle of the leaves underneath my pounding feet ruffled and ruffled as time went by, the world circled. The strong waves, and the churning of the ocean. The deep winds against the trees. The new born baby’s crying. The kids laughing, the children playing. The adults praying, and g-od continuing His work of art. All this happening as I ran for my life. People enjoying, partying, and playing As humanity continued. All the odd laws that the world contains. 16 one may drive 18 one can get married, 21 one can drink as the laws continued. As I ran for my life unsure whether life was indeterminable for me. As while everybody was enjoying, there was one question for me, “Life or Death?”

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