Here's all of my stories. This one named, Saving You. It is still incomplete to date. 
Bombs sounded in Jessica's ear. "MAMA! WHAT DO I DO?" she asked, screaming. Her mother, closing the old drapes, replied: "JUST...JUST HIDE IN THE CLOSET!" Their once peaceful home in now war-torn Berlin was being invaded by German soldiers. Mrs. Johansen's button shop on Hancock Lane was closed, Mr. Leib's delicatessen, all was closing, and food was scarce.
Jessica rushed into the closet, her mother following. She closed the door slowly and quietly, followed by gruff yells of the Nazis. Jessica's mother toussled her hair and kissed her forhead. Tears streamed down both of their faces, and dripped on the wooden floors.
Jessica Pullman, a Jewish girl, had lost her father to the war. Her family, consisting of her mother and she, lived in an old house in Berlin. It had three floors, and many places to play hide and go seek in. But hide and go seek had left in 1938. Now 1941, the Pullmans had managed to survive Hitler's war. How she wished she was blonde, with blue eyes. Then she would be safe and indifferent.
"IF ANYONE IS IN HERE, COME OUT NOW AND YOU WON'T GET HURT!!!" ordered a stubbly Nazi. Anne whispered quietly to Jessica. " I'm going out, sweetie. If I'm gone, go straight to Aunt Helen's. I love you!" She opened the closet door, gazed into the musty room, and walked out.
There were four simultaineous bangs. Jessica knew her mother was dead. Tears poured out of her brown eyes, like a waterfall in Hawaii. She heard the loud creaking sound of the stairs as the Nazis ascended.
"MAMA!!" she cried, running to her side. Anne had been shot in the stomach. Jessica's heart ached. Anne's eyelids flickered in the sunlight. "Mama! Mama, can you hear me? I love you!"
Anne's mouth opened, but no words came out. Thoughts and words came into her mind, but none could go out. She was in deep pain. "Mama! You're alive! I must get you help! I'm going to Aunt Helen's! Stay here! Don't move!" Anne made a small, approving nod and Jessica rushed down the old stairs.
She walked carefully into the musty, war-torn Berlin. Guns sounded off, and bombs dropped from planes. Trying to stay clear of the Nazis, she rushed to the other side of the street.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her. She turned around, to see a tough-looking Nazi! She ran all the way to her Aunt Helen's, the Nazi on her tail. Without knocking, she opened the heavy oak door to her Aunt Helen's.
"Aunt Helen! Aunt Helen!" she cried. "Aunt Helen!" she cried once more as she appeared from the hall. Jessica ran into her warm, inviting arms. "What's wrong, my little angel?" Aunt Helen's nickname for Jessica was little angel. Jessica replied, with anger and sadness and a mixture of all emotions: "A Nazi was chasing me on the way here! And Mama was shot and I have to come here to save her! Come quickly!"
"Oh dearie me!" she replied. "We must save her! Come here! You may borrow one of our Jew stars!" she said as Jessica remembered she had forgotten to wear hers. All of her cousins were now in the hall and ready to help, and they came along too.
Avoiding all guns and Nazis, they walked unsuspiciously to their house.
Aunt Helen and Jessica walked up the creaky old staircase to where her mother lie. "Oh, goodness! I'll get something to wrap up the wound with!" said Aunt Helen as she examined Anne's stomach. "Mama, are you okay?" asked Jessica, almost crying again. Again, Anne nodded.
Jessica's cousins arrived soon after with bread and cheese. They tried to feed some to Anne, but it just couldn't go down. Jessica gratefully accepted, though.
As they wrapped up Anne, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it! You never know who it could be." said Aunt Helen as she walked down the steps.
As she opened the door, she saw not only one, but two Nazis. "Is this the Pullman residence?" they asked in unison. "Yes, sirs. It is." she said as she swallowed very hard. "We would like to see the Pullmans, ma'am. Are you a Pullman?" asked a tall, skinny soldier.
"I don't live here, but yes, I am a Pullman. Why might you ask?" she asked, trying to act calmly. "We ask because-" they pulled Aunt Helen outside into the grip of the short soldier. She gave out an enourmous scream, warning the others.
"I'll go in and get the others." said the tall soldier. He ran up the old stairs and pushed one of Jessica's cousins out of the way. "Are you all Pullmans?" he asked, in his low voice. Every one of them nodded, even Anne. "Come with me... NOW!!!" he ordered in his gruff tone of voice.
The Pullmans went down the stairs, half of them covered in tears. Jessica and her younger cousin carried Anne down the stairs, and outside onto the steps.
"Follow us." they demanded in unison. They were lead for miles, to a train station. "Where are you taking us?" asked Tracy, the youngest of cousins. "SHHHHH!!!" everyone said in unison. Tracy backed into the crowd.
They were pushed into a musty smelling train, that was dark from head to toe. There were no seats, no nothing. The only thing visible, besides the people, were the two chamber pots in the corner. The train car stunk of human sweat, and also of animals.
After five days on the train, they arrived at a concentration camp. "All the girls to the left! All the boys to the right! All the women to the middle! All the men to the side!" cried a senior Nazi.
"I love you Mama! I'll find you again!" cried Jessica as she was pushed to the left. Anne was being carried by a soldier. At least I'm with my cousins. thought Jessica.
Then, they were seperated by age. Ages 0-4, Tracy was gone. Ages 5-8, Nina, Penelope and Grace were gone. Ages 9-12, she had to go. She took three deep breaths, and walked forward.
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Still wounded, Anne laid down on the uncomfortable cot. She thought of Jessica, her daughter she had left behind. Her sister in law who had helped her so much in this past day, who was now in another building. Her nephews and nieces, who were with her daughter.
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"What's your name?" a girl, around nine years old, asked Jessica. "I'm Jessica. How about you?" the girl looked at her happily. "I'm Helen!" she replied. "Where are you from?" she asked eagerly. "Berlin!" replied Jessica, just as eagerly. "How old are you?" This girl sure asked alot of questions. "Twelve! Do you wanna be my friend?"
Jessica wasn't usually like this, but being alone in a concentration camp couldn't be easy. "No!" she said and walked away. It was strange that she asked so many questions and then left, but Jessica could do nothing about it.
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Anne woke up to the sound of footsteps coming into the building. A bunch of sad, heartbroken women entered. Anne felt sorry for them, as she did for herself. One unknown stranger came up to Anne and gave her a big hug.
Suddenly, the building shook. Something wasn't right. Two tough-looking men marched up the stairs. "You ladies look filthy, come and have a shower." said one of them.
Anne knew better than to take a shower at the concentration camps. She knew it wasn't a real shower, she knew it was a gas chamber. How did she know? Her husband had been to war!
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Jessica watched as Helen did her daily routine. Ask stuff about people, and then deny their friendship. Today, a man was cleaning the floor. He started cleaning by Jessica's bed, and then said to her: "Hi. My name is Wesley."
Jessica looked at him, slightly startled.
"I'm Jessica sir." she said, afraid of the man wearing a swatiska on his arm. "No need to be afraid of me, I'm a nice man. Just because I'm German, I was forced to be a soldier. I'm here to help." said Wesley.
"How can I trust you?" asked Jessica. "Because I talked with your mother. I can get you out of here, Jessica. I can help." Wesley looked into her eyes. How could she resist a man willing to reunite her family? "Okay. You can help me out. But there must be a catch, no?" she asked. "Well, you could help me clean the floors once in a while." he chuckled.
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The next musty day, Wesley took the news to Anne. Anne was joyful to see the red-faced teen come back with the good news. She sent a message with him, to tell Jessica.
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"Jessica. It's Wesley." Wesley nudged her until she woke up from her deep sleep. "Wha- Oh! Wesley! Hi! Good morning!" she said eagerly. "Your mother gave me a message. She wants to tell you that she is healing quickly. She also said she loved you." Jessica leaped out of bed, nightgown still on, and gave Wesley a big hug.
"Be sure to give that to my mother!" said Jessica. "Okay!" said Wesley, blushing.
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The next day, Wesley delivered the message to Anne. She hugged him back, but then fell back onto her bed in a fit of coughing. "What was that all about?" asked Wesley. "Oh*sputter HACK* nothing. Just a cough." she replied. "You don't seem well. You look like you have bronchitis. I'll get you some remedy or something." replied Wesley.
Two days later, Anne fell gravely ill.
My longest, unfinished novel.
It was four p.m. Mark Parker was walking home from what he called " the sucky learning place". Also known to normal kids as school. He hated school, teachers and everything else in life. "If I could just get away from it all. I need to just escape. No one to boss me around, to send me to detention or anything!" he thought. It was confirmed, Mark needed a break.
Mark Parker was a fifteen year old tenth grade boy who, as you probably know, hated everything. School, home, everywhere. There was only one place he actually liked, which was his best friend's house. It was a fun place where he could hang out without worrying his parents would hit him because of his grades.
After he got home from school, Mark was hit by his drunken dad. He was hit because he went to his best friend's Peter's house without permission. Mark always had to have permission. If he didn't, you guessed it, he got hit. Why didn't he call Kids Help Phone, you ask? He didn't because he thought he didn't need to.
" All I need is permission to escape."
The next day, Mark went over to Peter's house. This time WITH permission from his somewhat drunken father. " Can I live with you?" pleaded Mark. " My mom hasn't come home for a least a year. My dad is always drunk and never listens. AND he hits me. Which to me, is not alright.I really need to stay with you." Peter listened very carefully to what Mark said. He was right, he shouldn't have to stay with this awful person, and having no mom makes it even worse.
" Don't you need permission from your pops?" questioned Peter. He knew he would say yes, but still bothered to ask. "Yea. This sucks. Soon I'm gonna need permission to breathe. It just isn't fair. I need to run away. I need an escape plan." Mark suddenly sounded very detirmined. Peter knew that when Mark had an idea, he would surely put in into action.
The following week, Mark asked if he could have permission to sleep over at Peter's house. Mark made sure his grades were very high that week so his dad would give in. After a very big debate, his father finally agreed. Mark packed his bags, went walking to Peter's house knowing he would never go back.
Mark stumbled onto the porch of Peter's brightly coloured house. As he pressed the doorbell, he heard footsteps behind him. As he turned around, he saw Peter and gave him an immense squeeze. " Mark! Mark, STOP! there was an abrupt pause. I told you I was busy with hockey tournaments this weekend, you can't stay here!" he said sounding a little frustrated that he had shown up without permission to come over. Permission from Peter, that is.
"Pfh! I don't need you. I don't need to live with you. I'll just go back to my house. My horrible, small shack that my dad calls a house." Mark mumbled under his breath. With tears in his eyes, Mark picked up his bags and started to run. " I DON'T NEED YOU!! I'M NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN PETER RAMES!! YOU DON'T KNOW ME AT ALL. I CAN'T EVEN TRUST MY BEST FRIEND!!!" he screamed. His tears stained the sidewalk and he screamed so loud the neighbours yelled for him to quiet down.
On Monday, Mark made sure he didn't talk or make eye contact with Peter. Mark's life was bad enough as it was. He didn't need someone to make it worse. What he needed was a friend. A new one.
In math class, Mark was partnered up with a girl named Chantelle. She was sweet and funny, just the kind of person Mark needed in his life. He needed a friend like her.
Mark had been living in the shack and going to "the sucky learning place" for another whole week. And that week his dad didn't hit him. Also, his dad stopped going to the bar every night but still drank at home which wasn't much better. Mark had had Chantelle meet with him at the library every night that week. Things had started to pick up for Mark.
"Hey Mark! I'm over here!" screamed Chantelle as the librarian told her to quiet down. Mark had just entered the library and was going to sit down on a purple bean bag chair with Chantelle. They were having a great time until suddenly, Peter walked into the library. "What's he doing here?" asked Mark as he started to get angry. "He's another one of my friends. I told him he could join us. You don't mind, do you?"
"What is HE doing here?!" Peter and Mark bothed screamed in unison. " No one told me Peter was going to be here. I didn't know you were sweet little Chantelle's friend. So why you come here? Come to see your friend? Well guess what. We're dating." Mark told a very untrue lie but Chantelle was going along with the plan."Yea. We've been dating for a week. It doesn't mean we're not friends, but I think it would be better if I didn't talk to you anymore, Peter. It seems you guys don't get along well. Sorry." Chantelle grabbed Mark by the hand and walked out, leaving Peter alone in the middle of the library with lots of students staring.
"Sorry about that, baby." said Chantelle in her most sweet and innocent tone. Mark was really actually starting to love her. But what would he do? He didn't have permission from his stupid father. He would ask him tonight. "It's fine. Let's go for a milkshake." Mark was a changed person. With his new girlfriend, nothing could stop him. Not even his father.
Another week passed, and Chantelle would walk home with Mark everyday. After another great debate with his father, Mark finally had permission to date. FINALLY.
For the next month, Fridays and Saturdays were the days when they went out to the movies or to have dinner. Mark was on cloud nine.
Mark walked on the sidewalk to get to the local Burger King. It was almost five o'clock and he was meeting Chantelle there. As he walked into the Burger King, he watched for Chantelle. After about thirty seconds of looking, he saw Chantelle with Peter. That wasn't all, though. They were holding hands! They looked as if they were in love! Mark was furious! As he walked out the door, Chantelle came after him. "Mark! Mark! It's not what you think it is! We we-" she was cut off by the voice of Mark screaming: " I never liked you anyways! Goodbye forever!"
As she watched Mark run away, she started to cry. Peter came up to her to try to comfort her but now, she started to run after Mark. And you guessed it, Peter ran after her. This was not going well.
"I have got to get away. I'm not going home this time. I'm going to find somewhere safe and fun and I will never go home!" Mark thought to himself. He ran for miles and miles until he reached a little town called Taralon. He decided to stop there. Mark dug deeply into his pocket for some money to buy a Coke. He was unbelievably thirsty. When he dug way down to the bottom of his pocket, he found a five dollar bill. He went to the nearest(and probably only) gas station and bought two Cokes.
Next, he went to the little neighbourhood to ask people if he could stay with them. Most said no, but after about three hours of asking, a young couple let him in. " I'm Nancy. This is my husband Todd." she said in her southern accent. " You need some new clothes! You're a mess!" she declared. Mark really was messy. And dirty. And his jeans were torn and bloody. " By the way, where am I? What state is this?" Asked Mark. " You're in Taralon Texas!" said Todd. That explained all the accents he heard. "Wait a minute! I have never lived in Texas! I must have ran across the state border! That's why they stopped me!" He exclaimed.
"I RAN ALL THE WAY FROM ARKANSAS!!" he exclaimed.After about a minute of awe, he remembered that his house was only five miles away from the state border. "How far away is Taralon from the state border?" he asked, trying to use his amazing math SKILLZ."Well, Taralon is a super small town that's about four or five miles from the border." replied Todd. Mark had run 10 miles! Which seemed like alot to him. He had never run more than two miles at a time! That explained his bloodiness.
"You need a place to sleep tonight." said Todd. "How about the garage?" he said as he directed Mark down a long, narrow hallway that lead to a mahogany door. As Todd opened the door, Mark asked to himself "How did I get past the security at the border?" Of course, Todd wasn't listening and he interrupted Mark's thoughts by saying:"Welcome to our garage! I hope you like it!" Mark stared, unable to move at the amazing sight of gumball machines, pinball games, Coke machines with unlimited quaters. But most amazingly, there was already a bed there with a big fluffly pillow.
Mark ran towards the bed and jumped on, soon noticing that the pillow had his name on it in his favorite color, red. "We knew you liked the color red, Mark. We know you. We've known you forever. Since the day you were born." Nancy said in a creepy voice. As she gave Mark a frightning smile, Todd opened the garage door and lead her into the house. "You're staying here. Enjoy yourself while you can, because the fun ends when you least expect it.
How could Mark have fun and relax when he knew that something bad was going to happen in the near future? He was trembling with fear when he saw a combination vault in the corner of the garage, hidden behind a pinball machine. He started to hyperventilate, his scraped and scratched knees trying so hard to carry his body to the vault. As he finally reached it, he heard Todd's voice outside of the garage door, talking to Nancy: "Okay, it's time. Let's go!"
The doorknob clicked, a sign that Todd had locked it. Mark was actually happy that he had done that. It bought him more time to figure out the combination without worrying that they would see him.
Mark jiggled the knob of the safe. It seemed that it couldn't turn around to make the code, so he decided to jiggle the knob off. After what seemed like hours, Mark suceeded in opening the door. But what was inside, was what amazed him the most.
Not money, or jewlery, or gold, but a door, this time with no lock. Mark immeadiatly gasped. Along with his gasp, he spewed a couple of unmentionable words. He scrunched himself inside, and pushed open the door.
He crawled and crawled and finally found a light. He could feel his heartbeat in his head, he was bleeding even more on his knees and he had been cut by sharp spikes that lined the walls. He reached the light and spewed another few unmentionables, for what he saw, was amazing!
It wasn't exactly a GOOD amazing, but it would help him out alot. It wasn't anything you could grab, or hold. It was a glass floor, but what was amazing was that beneath it was a secret lab kind of thing. As Mark stared in awe, the metal door opened and Nancy and Todd entered.
The door slammed shut and Mark pressed himself against the wall of the small corridor, forgetting about the spikes that pierced him in the back. As he remembered about the spikes, Todd started off a conversation by saying: "We need to find some chemical that's strong enough for this kid. Something very acidic. Lets just hope he got through the door and is on his way through the hall of death." "Let's hope. There's no way he'll get to the other end. I'll go check the garage." said Nancy, using her evil plotting voice. "Alright. I'll come with you." replied Todd.
Mark had to get back to the garage before they did. He would dry up his blood and tell them he had been there the whole time. Thoughts cluttered Mark's already cluttered mind. What did they want from him? Do they want to kill him?
Mark raced back to the garage and threw himself onto the bed and under the covers, his blood would be hidden. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, just in case he could catch some more of their conversation. The door opened and he heard Nancy say: "You're kidding me. I looked. There was no one in the hall of death. Not one person. Not even a flea. Your mind must be drunk." She peered inside the garage to find Mark, "sleeping" on the bed.
"He's sleeping! He couldn't have been in the hall!" said Nancy as they walked down to the secret lab. "Alright! I BELIEVE YOU! NOW WILL YOU STOP TALKING! I"M TRYING TO THINK!" He said, angrily.
As soon as Mark was sure that they had left, he sprung out of the bed and started trying to find ways to cover up the blood he had leaked onto the bedspread. This wouldn't be easy. Especially because he was all bloody too. He finally found a cover he could put over his bed. His clothes didn't matter, though because he was going to go back throught the secret door one more time.
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"Where do you think he went?" asked a police officer who was questioning Peter. "I don't know! Where would a depressed tenth grader go?" answered Peter. As the officer began questioning Chantelle, Mark's somewhat drunk dad butted in. "Why we even doin' this? No one cares about Mark. This is stupid!" he said with a certain smell to his breath. "We're doing this because we care! It wasn't my fault Peter grabbed my hand when Mark came in to Burger King! If you were really his dad, you'd be worried sick!" Chantelle said, getting angry. "We're going to find him, no matter what!" Chantelle started running the way that Peter went. "YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU EVER SAID THAT WHEN MARK COMES HOME!!!"
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Mark was in the tunnel once again. He crawled carefully this time, as to not hurt himself on the spikes. When he arrived, he carefully stepped onto the glass door and fell! As it crashed to the ground, Nancy and Todd approached, frowning. "We knew you'd be here. It was too obvious. The cover on the bed, the blood on the sheets, you need to work on covering up your tracks. Remember what I said about enjoying yourself while you can? While the fun ends now!"
Nancy grabbed Mark by the arms, while Todd forced pills down his throat. "We know you too well, Mark. We know what you need to survive. And you are getting exactly the opposite. If you really wanted to live, you wouldn't have come begging at our door. Someone sent you here, someone you know very well."
"Who would do this?" asked Mark, screaming. "Was it my dad? It was my dad, wasn't it?" he continued, running out of breath. "How did you know I would end up here?!" Nancy gave Todd a look, and said: "It's about time he knows." "Okay, fine. Tell him."
"Mark, said Nancy, struggling to keep Mark from moving, There's something we need to tell you. We are special agents for a testing lab. You have been our latest subject, and we have been trying to test a new animal tracking device. Before I tell you any more, let me tell you that it had powers that we couldn't control. The chip that we implanted severly malfunctioned, and it could control you with the remote that was supposed to tell where the animal was. Your dad got hold of it, and he didn't like you at all, and he sent you to us. We knew you were coming, though, because the tracking device still works."
"But why would you do all of this awful stuff to me, and not a dog?" said Mark. "I'll handle this one." said Todd. "You see, he said, It isn't obvious, but you have all of the features of a dog. And our company is against animal testing, and we had to test it on an animal-like human. We scoured the globe to find you, only ten miles away."
"But now why do you want me to die?" he asked, his heart pounding. "Well, said Nancy, the chip was implanted when you were young, and veins have grown over it and it is VERY hard to take out. And we need to get it out for research, but that is impossible unless you're dead during the procedure." she said, in one long breath. "I can live through anything. Some dogs are even older than I am! Plus, I'm human! More strength! Do the operation!"
"I'm afraid we can't do that, Mark. It's too dangerous. You could be severly damaged. Maybe even die." explained Todd. "But isn't that better than killing me before the operation?" asked Mark, curious. "Okay. Maybe you're right. Maybe we could try. But we have to get you to the lab, in Alabama. We should go soon."
They piled into Todd's Highlander, one by one. Mark's head was pounding with questions and answers and things that didn't even have anything to do with what they were doing like: I wonder why Chantelle would do this? and Peter isn't my friend anymore. These thoughts cluttered his mind so much he didn't notice when Nancy started to talk to him.
"We've been really cruel to you for a reason, Mark. Our company is losing money and buisness, and we need as much money we can get, even bribes. And your father bribed us 2000$ to be cruel to you. We're sorry, Mark." Mark stared at Nancy, half mad, half astonished, half happy that they had told him. "I didn't even know we had that much money." said Mark.
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The police ran off after Chantelle. Chantelle was far off in the distance, running while yelling: "YOU'LL BE SORRY WHEN MARK COMES HOME!! YOU WILL!" She ran and ran, until she came to a small town, with the name of Taralon, to see a Highlander drive past. She peeked into the window to see the boy she loved, tears flowing from his eyes. “MARK! MARK!” she screamed. Mark’s head turned slowly, to see the girl he didn’t want to see, Chantelle. He covered his eyes, as if she hadn’t seen him yet. “MARK! MARK! It isn’t my fault!” she screamed. Meanwhile, Todd and Nancy were looking at Chantelle like she was some kind of freak. “Right, Chantelle, you DIDN’T do it. This whole thing was all your fault. I wouldn’t have to have an operation if it weren’t for you and Peter. Nancy butted in saying: “Yes, we would’ve. We’re sorry Mark.”
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Chantelle’s parents approached a police officer, her mom crying. “I.. I… Just love her sooooo much! I miss her and you need to get her back!” she cried. Peter heard this and began to run the direction of Chantelle. “I WILL FIND YOUR BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER, MISS!” he said.