I run to tell mum the news. Dad was a Nazi. She doesn’t believe me. This is because a telegram sent about him. I tried to show her where he was, however he had escaped my view. The night sky clouded over and smoke was everywhere. Gunshots were being shot, children were crying, their parents screaming, laughter… it’s that same laughing again. Its dad. I gallop after the sound. Oblivious to my surroundings. Then a short, sharp pain hit my leg. Dad was holding a gun and grinning at my leg. I looked down, as my white tights were slowly turned scarlet. I collapsed. I stared. In the blur I could see mum. She was coming towards me. She tripped and crawled to me. When she got to me I asked, “Why do the Nazis hate us?” she looked puzzled.“I thought you knew… well we’re Jewish. Hitler, the ringmaster, doesn’t like our religion.” She went silent. Tears fell from here eyes. I started crying too. My leg was agony and I hated seeing mum upset. She got up and started to the telephone box. A gunshot… a scream. Mum was laying on the ground, dad standing over her kicking her sides. I ran towards dad. I didn’t care about my leg. I catapulted onto him. He fell to the ground and I took the gun. I now had power over him. I examined mum and realised she had been shot in the arm. I shot dad, as I was angry. I laughed. I then realised I had killed him. I was like him. Evil. I made it worse than it had to be by laughing. I had killed a nazi…
