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I was in school teaching a history class. I was teaching my students about the early 30s and 40s. As I was teaching, I saw an unfamiliar face walk into my classroom. It was a woman with brown hair tied back into a neat bun and she was wearing a grey pants suit. She looked like she was in her late 40s. I tried to ignore her while I was teaching. When the class ended, she came up to me and introduced herself. She said that her name was Liz and she worked for a company that dealt with time travel. She said that her company needed my help to protect the past. At first I thought that the idea of time travel was ridiculous but then I asked why me. She mentioned that someone referred me to her saying that I was a history expert. She asked me to follow …show more content…
After being in that time machine for what felt like forever, I finally got to smell the fresh air and observe the environment around me. As I was observing, I saw a tiny girl reading on her porch. The girl was very skinny and she had short, dark brown hair. The book she was reading was reading a novel that what part of a Dutch book series called Joop ter Heul novel series by Cissy van Marxveldt. Cissy van Maxveldt was a very popular author back then. I wanted to get closer to her but not too close. I walked a little closer towards her and I could see a tiny radio standing next to her on the ground. I heard the radio playing classical music. I remember that when I read Anne Frank’s Diary, it mentioned that she loved classical music and her favorite was Mozart. As I was geing closer, I heard people screaming and saw people running. I looked behind me and saw a group of men wearing uniforms. They were taking people and putting them on trains. Their destinaions were concentration camps. This was the beginning of the …show more content…
She was confused on what was going on but I told her to remain calm and to not make any noise if her and her family hears someone downstairs. I told reassured her that everything will be ok. As Anne and her family followed my rules, I was standing in the middle of their house trying to theink of a plan to stop this horrible event. AN Hour later, I realized that the only way we can prevent this from being a huge tradegy where millions of people are killed, is to fight back with their own medicine. I ran up to Anne and her family and told them my plan. At first they were a little hesistant but as I persuaded them, they believed that this plan could work. I was a little scared myself, facing the devils and their leader but I knew this was for the greater good. I grabbed an object to use as a weapon and walked out of the house. I looked around only to see about five to ten Hitler’s soldiers, roaming around with huge weapons in their hands. I suddenly got a feeling of fear. In my mind I thought that it was impossible to defeat them , but my heart said that anything is possible. I closed my eeys and took a ddep breathes as I started to distract the soldiers. I saw one of them running up to me and then minutes kater, they were all running up to me. I closed my eyes and tried to stay focus. All of a sudden , I felt myself kicking, punching and hitting heads. I opened my eyes and they were all

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