The skeleton in the Death Camp-the story of a Jew

I was an adventurous child.
Though a Jewish boy, I killed and ate pigs on my farm.
Always getting into mischief.
Never went to school or the temple.
Almost hated being me.
One day, all that changed.
Mother and I were captured.
On the crowded train, I met a dark haired girl, not more than 16.
She was lovely in the dark, even her Star of David looked inviting.
We fell in love, but soon would be separated.
She and I both trembled as we walked into the camp.
She to one side and I to the other.
Each day, we would walk together.
Telling each other our pains and seeing each other's scars.
She would laugh, but I could not.
Life was no fun.
One day, she did not come.
Someone told me she had been killed.
I cried out to everyone.
I myself was killed in the furnace.
My soul and hers reunited once again.


*I wrote that in 11th grade English class.