Adela Dubois
By lunyluna13
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My name is Adela Dubois. I am 13 years old. I live in the year 2013. I was named after my great aunt, who was killed at a Nazi concentration camp as a child in 1943 during World War II. This is our story.
January 16, 1943- My brother and I were playing tag outside by the road, when we saw a large vehicle driving towards us. At first we didn’t know what it was so we stood there gawking at it. Our mom started screaming for us to come inside but it was too late. A tall, buff man got out and started to walk towards us. People at my school called them jackboots. I knew theses men were mean so I grabbed my brother’s arm and pulled him inside.
January 16, 2013- Today is the 50th anniversary of the kidnapping of my great aunt, and my grandfather. My grandfather is staying very quiet today. I keep asking him to tell me about that day, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. I go upstairs to the attic to look for my absent cat that has the tendency to wander. I accidentally knock over a box and a variety books spill out. One book in particular catches my eye though, it is small, brown, and leather bound.
January 16, 1943- Mother grabs me and pulls the two of us into the trapdoor basement and shuts the door. I can tell this is bad. We hear a crash as they kick the front door down. We hear footsteps coming towards us and we hold our breath. The footsteps pause and the secret door opens! A tall man grabs my mother but doesn’t see my brother or me. My mother turns towards us with tears streaming down her cheeks and holds her index finger to her mouth to signal to stay quiet. “Mother!” I scream. My mother’s eyes bulge and she shakes her head but it’s too late, the Nazi man has seen us.
January 16, 2013- I pick up the book and look at the cover “Jacques Dubois” it reads. My heart pounds. This is my grandfather’s journal. I lock the attic door and open the first page. I leaf through the old, wrinkling, pages to a few pages that I know I shouldn’t read. These are about my great aunt Adela’s death.
Adela and I walk down a long winding hall to a dark room. We knock on the door and the man inside nods at us to come in. We open the door and the man tells us he has some questions. We sit down and two Nazi men enter with guns. The man tells us he wants to know where father is. The man told us if we told him everything he needed to know, no one would be harmed.
“I know nothing!” Adela cries.
The man replies “Well what about you little boy. What do you know? Or are you not cooperating either?”
Adela looks at me and shakes her head no, as if warning me to not give away anything. I stand silent as the large men watch us.
“Well I told you no one would get hurt if you cooperate, so I’ll keep my promise.” The man sneers as he nods to the armed men behind him.
“I swear, I know nothing,” She repeats
And then came a snap I would never forget.
Suddenly I knew what I had to do. I was going back to make sure my aunt lived.
“I hate you Hitler. I’m going to kill you if I get the chance!!” I yelled. Suddenly the pages of the journal started to flip rapidly and my vision went black.
When my vision came back, I was surrounded by skinny, dirty, starving people dressed in striped blue button down and pants. A gun was in my hand. It appeared the people were all timidly listening to a tall man talking, I recognized this man, this man was Adolf Hitler. I raised the gun and with a single shot, he falls of the podium and his life is ended.
As soon at he hits the ground my vision goes black again and I’m brought back to my attic, but it’s different. The walls are painted a pale blue and everything looks more organized. I open the door and walk downstairs to see an unfamiliar woman. This must be my Aunt Adela! I run up to her and hug her.
“Let’s go watch the Mars Mission launch on TV” I suggest.
The women in the kitchen replies “That’s crazy! Space is way too far away. We are not even close to the technology we need to get there, Honey!”
“What’s the date!?” I ask.
“January 16th 2013…” My dad says as he strolls into the room.
“Sure is.” My aunt adds, “Why do you ask?”
My heart stops. I think to myself, “What have I just done?!”
In reply I excuse myself from the room and walk outside. I hurriedly run to the library to conduct some research on World War II. I ask the librarian what books they have on World War II.
“The what war? I’ve never heard of that. I guess I could check the system and see if anything comes up.” She replies eying me questioningly.
“OK, Thank you,” I say.
Suddenly she looks up at me.
“Well there is a book here that mentions it,” she says writing down numbers on a small piece of paper.
“Thank You” I reply.
I walk off towards the section that has the number on it. I find the book, sit at an empty table, and start to read.
Adolf Hitler was against Jewish people. He was attempting to imprison and kill them, but one day, during a speech, a bullet came out of nowhere and he was killed. The murderer is unknown, as all prisoners listening to the speech had no weapons what-so-ever. Some say this one bullet stopped what could have been the second world war. It is needless to say that this one shot ended the life of a cruel man. But was it necessary?
I stop. I fired that shot. I killed Adolf Hitler.
Things to Know
Without WWII, the men who figured out rocket science and scuba gear (both of whom worked for Hitler) would not have had the funding to sell their science to other people. So without WWII, we would have never gotten to space or under the waves. But also we are aware of the cruel and wrong crimes he committed in Europe some 70 years ago. he was a horrible man and though he got to space and the ocean he was in no way a good man.
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