LI: To write a description of life with the Frank family in the annex in 1942
The annex was quiet except for the clock chiming loudly throughout the area, which made me feel like lightning had struck me because it makes me feel as if they have captured us in our hiding spot. The space was cramped and exotically dull because we had no time to decorate, and our house was made like this because of how foul the smell would be if we painted or if we had brought any liquid because in a few days it would dry up and make it smell like moldy air and would affect our hiding spot. We had to stay silent during the day to avoid being heard by the Germans and also so that our hideouts wouldn’t get discovered. The frustration that ran through my mind, thinking, why on earth would they do that to us? We are here to have peace, not to hide from Germans because they want to rule Jewish people and torture us with the worst punishment on earth.
The air was dusty and cold. It felt suffocating. I spent my own time writing in my diary because that was the only thing that could keep me occupied because if I were to walk around, I would risk my safety, and as a result, I would get caught by the German people because of how the floors creak so loud. We struggled having to sit still for hours, and it felt like our legs were getting numb. I sat there thinking about my family and sister, keeping them safe and sound so that they weren’t harmed or killed. Writing in this diary made me feel less scared and terrified.
We tried to add a few touches to bring more life into our home with the supplies that we had left. Terrible consequences were awaiting me and my family if they were found in their hiding places, therefore being persecuted or sent to a concentration camp. My life afterwards was silent and secretive because of how the Germans were trying to find us. Looking at the flickering lights made me think as if that was my life because of how it flickers. Knowing that soldiers might find us, we were restless and terrified. We thought that in a few seconds or minutes that passed, we would be found and executed right away because of how we kept on hearing knocks on the door. But a few minutes later they go away knowing that. It shows that there is still a tiny spark of hope in surviving this terrible and horrible place.
The scent of moldy old books and the heavy dust makes our noses tickle. The narrow, steep stairs leading up to the hiding place would creak under every step you take. You’d feel them wobble slightly, and each step makes your heart race, knowing anyone below could hear us. We sat still making no movement so that the Annex wasn’t discovered. You could scent the damp food from the kitchen, which made us feel sick to our stomachs. The bookcase from behind the hiding spot is filled with family photographs, old files, and books. Look at it from the inside. It is the only thing standing between you and the outside world. It was challenging while living in a small space and writing about my hopes and dreams, even during such a difficult time.
Reading The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank has been a very fun and meaningful experience for our class. To help us understand what life was really like in the Secret Annex, Mrs. Anderson created Gem that encouraged us to think more deeply about the story and the people in it. I really enjoyed using the Gem because it helped me add more detail to my writing and explain my ideas more clearly. It reminded me to use descriptive language like similes, metaphors, personification, and onomatopoeia to make my story more interesting and realistic. Instead of just saying what happened, I was able to describe how it might have felt to live in hiding.