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I would appreciate what anyone has to say about it. It’s the beginning of my story and I would LOVE any advise/tips/comments/ect.

Thank SOOO much

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So This Weird Girl Will Save the World

“‘Schnell! Schnell!”

Run. There is no time to think. You must run. Run to live. Run to die.

Death is freedom. You step on a mine, a bomb goes off, a bullet gets you in the back of your neck: freedom.

Just keep running.

But to stay here? This place is the place where you spent day after day wishing, hoping, that you would die. You’ve tried everything. Choking, starving, provoking the officers, but death is always one step ahead of you.

It’s torture, being stripped of your right to die. Day after day, you watch everyone around you die slowly. You can see it in their eyes.

It’s too late for those people. They don’t run. Their hope is gone. This is a dream. They’re already dead on the inside. Freedom is an impossible prospect. They wait. Like sheep in a slaughter house, death will come and they will wait for it, everything else is looked upon with indifference.

Those who still have hope, the ones who never gave up, they are running. It was almost too late for them. Even now, as they run, some of them haven’t processed this. It’s the younger ones that smile. They are the ones who yell and shout in joy and anticipation. If we die, they think, at least we are free. If we keep running, if we just make it into those trees, we are liberated on our own accord.

But for me? I’m totally above that. This is fucking awesome for me. The stench of corpses, blood, and fumes was everywhere. It stank like the fury of a thousand suns-

“What the Hell?”

“Just keep reading.”

“‘But that doesn’t bother me. I’m invincible.

The soldiers have divided themselves into segments. Kill the Jews; herd them into the mines if you must: no one escapes.

Their efforts are futile. Dozens of prisoners have already disappeared into the trees just past the mine fields.

And Danna Ednen Sayd Ibrahim Ahmad Hussein Faraj is soaring like a bird, unnoticed by the tumult below. Although I could have sworn I heard a voice call out devil, but a mine tactfully blew up the source before I could respond.

Some bullets fly my way. I dodge them with my wicked morphing skills in mid-air. Tortoise. Armadillo. Mosquito. –

“Tortoises and armadillos can’t fly.”

“Stop interrupting me.”

“‘I’m nearly choking on the fumes. Burning corpses is not something you breathe in lightly. So I fly higher, over the fumes and observe the battlefield below.

It was complete chaos. People, Nazis and prisoners alike, were getting trampled. Corpses were smashed to bits under the weight of the mob. Mines go off here and there. I spotted a couple of prisoners making out by the trees. You could hardly make out who was the guy and who was the girl, they were so damn skinny and their hair was cropped. Plus my glasses had got taken away from me by a guard.

They were eating each other’s faces, I swear. Neither of them bothered to stop and think, “Hey, do ya’ think this is the right time and place to start snogging the living crap out of each other?” No. And a Nazi militant who had surpassed the mines was preparing to blow their brains out.

He never got the chance, though. Yours Truly swooped down and tackled him to the ground. He was so surprised to be attacked by 120 pounds of vicious PMSing flesh that I had no problem kicking his ass.

Needless to say, the couple finally retracted their lips. I reckon they were about to thank me for saving their lives; maybe shower me with their blessings and appreciation. And believe me; I would have no qualms about dropping a hint or two about who was the main mastermind of this revolt. A little extra appreciation never hurt anybody.

But, being my humble self, I didn’t want to overwhelm them or anything. “Thank you for saving our lives” is good enough for me.

They said some stuff in German. I caught “Teufel” and “Was zum Teufel.” Then I smiled, nodded, and flew off feeling great. Saving peoples’ lives does that to you.

I was about to get into the midst of all the action. There was like a moshpit or something going on down there. I was ready to morph tiger and tear some Nazi ass and everything, but then I got really bad cramps.

I had to leave, they were agonizing. The worst I had gotten in years.

*****

“Wait,” Jadranka Mikic said, “So you’re telling me you broke into Sobibor, the Nazi death camp in Poland, posed as a prisoner, planned out and led the uprising that ended the camp, but you couldn’t-” she took the paper from my hands and looked down at it, “ ‘get into the midst of all the action’ because of your menstrual cramps?”

“Well, no. Not exactly.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, really. It was Alexander Pechersky who led the revolt. I more or less pushed him in the right direction. C’mon, Vedrana. I can’t take all the credit. What kind of sup
Vedrana made an incomprehensible noise.

“-name is not Supergirl. Secondly, I am not a loser. And thirdly, they didn’t have Tylenol in the 1940s.”

“You are a loser.”

“Oh, shut up.”
superhero would I be if I wasn’t humble, modest, and all-around-girl that you know and love?”

“That’s bull.”

“It is not.”

“Bull.”

Danna snatched the paper back from her friend, “And anyways, what were you thinking? I wrote this in strict confidence. You weren’t supposed to bring it to school. I told you to burn it after reading. What would happen if someone saw it and took it?”

“They wouldn’t get past the first sentence because it’s crap.”

“It is no-”

“You’re a terrible writer.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that the stuff on this piece of paper is anything but crap and awesome writing skills or not, it’s full of priceless information that some people would kill to get and if it got into the wrong hands-”

“You would be exposed and the CIA would come and strap you down to a table and everyone in the world would know what a loser Supergirl really is. Why didn’t you just take Tylenol or something?”

“First of all, my Superhero-”