LI : To write a description with the Frank family in the annex in 1942
LS2 read a story about Anne Frank and what she wrote in her diary about her experience she had in the annex. Mrs Anderson created a Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what life would have been like in the annex, what we think what it felt in the annex and how it felt and how we can imagine ourselves in there. I really enjoyed using Gemini because it helped me on my work and gave me feedback and hints on what we need to added and showed us what we really did good in our text , I found this task really interesting because I never really learned about Anne Frank that much but now I can get the full experience in learning about her and her perspective of her life in the annex.
The annex was quiet except for the floorboards that groaned under foot. They walked with shoes filled with anxiety , every step sending thuds of dust through the cracks, a suffocating reminder of how thin the barrier was between life and death.
As the Germans barged in the house, terror froze our faces. We turned into statues the moment footsteps neared the hidden bookshelf tears tracked silently down their cheeks , but none of us dared to sob. We went immediately quiet once we heard footsteps coming near but then the Germans heard a mysterious noise coming from outside so they went to investigate. Sighs of reliefs filled the annex. All we wanted was peace and humbleness against the Germans but they never gave us a chance to speak what we wished for.
The space was so cramped, everyday the annex felt like it was shrinking , beds clashing together with hardly any space to walk , each step could make a noise we couldn’t afford to make. When peaking through the cracks Amsterdam was a mess and chaotic seeing police taking more and more Jewish people to camp.Hearing sirens going past each house scanning the perimeter of making sure all Jewish people are found and taken away, our hiding place was more accurate compared to the other houses that was used for hiding places. The longer the war, the worse the food gets. We mostly hid in their secret hideout being careful of each step we took to stay quiet of the people who were exploring the library downstairs. Beneath the shadows, Anne Frank fought to keep her spirits from darkening. While the world tried to erase her she used her birthday diary to pull herself from reality. Every stroke of her pen was an act of confidence, a way to live a full vibrant life on paper while her body was behind the bookcase.