Chapter 1
Stomping of the nazis could be heard. This quiet neighborhood was no longer quiet. Screams were heard as prople were louded in trucks, soon to me killed at a camp. Gracce was sitting in her cardbord box with her dog fluff under a blancket. Clenching het stuffed animals she took her cardbord and dog to get food. Hi mrs. sanderson, why hello Grase, let me gess salled. Wow you know me good. Suddenly grase saw the nazis stomping their way. Mrs. sanderson hurried to give saled to Grace and wheeled her food stand away. Grace took her box, dog, and stuffed animals, and ran. She was ok, or at least she thought. She heard screems and looked to see people getting put it a truck. She looked around ehen she saw mrs. sanderson getting stuffed into the overfilled truck. Grace new she needed to step in. She ran, Mrs. Sanderson! She called. Little girl I would get away now before your in there. Ecuse me, old man, I am a young women, and you are ugly, OMG look. The guy looked and she grabed everything and ran. Come on fluff! Were getting Mrs. Sanderson. Fluff followed behind. Grace was so close when all of a sudden someone grabed. Where do you think your going. Nunya. Nunys what, Nunya bissness man. The man was clearly anoyed and went to lunge at her. Hey! She said. She excaped, but had teruble brusses. She was asaulted but ok. The bad thing about was that Mrs. Sanderson did not excape. 20 years later, Grase was 29 and happy with fluff. She lived in a nice house.
