2008 School Magazine

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it was a beautiful day. A perfect day to make us march. I don't know how long we had been marching for, or where we had been or were going. But I did know one thing

A SMALL FACTS Max Vandenburg was starting to recognise his surroundings.

This could mean a couple of things. I could be hallucinating and actually be in the middle of nowhere Or I could really be approaching Him me I Street My legs were tired, my bones were aching and my eyes were so sore that they were giving me a headache. I felt horrible. I felt dirty and lost. I didn't see any point in living anymore. it was too painful. I could have continued to look at my feet, or look at my surroundings. I chose the surroundings. I'd grown sick of my feet. Could it be? Could I really be in Molching? Could I be at Him me I Street? I was no longer looking at my feet as we descended further down the assumed Him me I Street. This had to be it. I recognised it, even though I had arrived there in the dark of the night last time Ahead I could see a crowd forming. This could be my only chance to see them. Were they alive? Were they punished for looking after me? Were they discovered? As the group approached the German onlookers, I desperately sought for one single face. I examined every face that I passed. Some spectators even noticed that I was looking for someone, recklessly. And then I heard her calling my name. 'I'm here Max!' Louder. 'Max, I'm here!" Liesel.

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