Personal Narrative

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I was awoken to a loud knock on the door Then all of a sudden we were pushed to the floor They yelled at us and made us pack our bags We were given yellow star shaped tags If we don't get out of here we will die My dad tells me to defy The train whistles to a stop I just want to go back to my workshop Dad says we have to stay united I just saw someone get smited The guard tells yells and yells Once the train stops we hear loud bells Once off the train we are told to take off our clothes My dad got transferred to another train mom just froze Once our clothes are off we got striped pajamas Outside the fence- kids playing and the general’s Mama The general comes and tells the guard to give us showers The allies are coming to destroy the towers

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