Category: Communication

One day there was boy called James, who worked as an accountant in a place called Waterloo city in London. James was a young man with ginger hair brown hair however he was in his 20’s which he take for advantages. He played sport and like’d to do swimming however James thought to his self that he need to gain less belly fat so,he worked for about 3 weeks after that he’s been in tip top shape every since.

James went to work in a Audi TT which,only talk him 10 minutes to get work. As he went to work he saw that the world wasn’t looking good because there were people with bite markes on the side round.When James arrived at work he realised that the fence near were he worked was opened to the animals. A growling sound came from an distance as he saw the clouds go grey.

A big, gold fury lion stood on top of an van ; as it stared at James he lepted for his car door as the he was pushed in by the force of the all mighty lion. That what was close he replied. James speed down the road as the lion was chasing the car, as he turned the corner. He hit 150 miles per hour as he skidded and left the lion in dust.

A man stood firmly on the street as he was packed with guns and dangerous traps. Hello said the man I thought me and my clan were the only survives around. Yesterday I slept in and I herd a lot of screaming and roaring replied James Why don’t you hang and survive with my clan whispered the mysterious man. I didn’t quite get your name said James My, name is called Donte, Hello Donte Okay now we know each others name could you please bring me too my hideout.

As they approached the hidden entrance to the car park they pressed the busser a voice said state your name and buisness. Donte said commander after he whispered those words he said a code which wasn’t English; then the busser opened the metalic door to a car park where machines where locked on the path ready to fire if possible.

Manchester United was formed in 1878 as Newton Heath LYR Football Club by the Carriage and Wagon department of the Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway (LYR) depot at Newton Heath.The team initially played games against other departments and railway companies, but on 20 November 1880, they competed in their first recorded match; wearing the colours of the railway company – green and gold – they were defeated 6–0 by Bolton Wanderers‘ reserve team.By 1888, the club had become a founding member of The Combination, a regional football league. Following the league’s dissolution after only one season, Newton Heath joined the newly formed Football Alliance, which ran for three seasons before being merged with the Football League. This resulted in the club starting the 1892–93 season in the First Division, by which time it had become independent of the railway company and dropped the “LYR” from its name. After two seasons, the club was relegated to the Second Division.

I hate Auschwitz; it is a bad place to be. I wish I could go back to my house in Poland and live peacefully with my family. The soldiers treat us badly and have no respect for anybody. It’s almost like they have no feelings. They barely feed us enough to do a full day’s work. Most people are really struggling by lunch time and find it hard to work at the level that the soldiers expect us to. The days are hot while at night it is cold. The huts stink, most people are unwell but there are no doctors to help. I have even seen a few people die; it’s such a horrible sight. I am scared here.

Yesterday a boy came to visit me, he cheered me up. He said his name was Bruno, what a funny name. He was from the nearby house that I could see at a distance. Bruno said he was German, his birthday is on the same day as mine. Bruno is a good friend, how come the other Germans are awful and why can’t they be like Bruno? Bruno doesn’t quite understand what’s happening on our side of the fence, some of the things he says about the camp amaze me. But I can’t complain, he does make me feel good.

A few days ago one of the offices was severely beaten by one of my uncles. He was killed. Today, a new family moved into the officer’s old house. I assume that that is the new officer and his family. Great. They are probably all rich, stuck up, snotty people. The grass is green, the house is huge, and the people are white. I yearn for such a pretty place to live and play in. I have sand, barbwire fences, and officers that are constantly telling me what to do. However, it could be worse. I could be dead. Trust me, I have been threatened many times by the evil officers and once by Hitler himself.

I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I met the officers son. All the preconceived notions I had come up with were all wrong. He was nice, gentle, and caring. We became friends and we secretly meet by the fence that separates us at least once a day. Today, he snuck me a loaf of bread. I hope that his father will never find out. He is forbidden to talk to me because I am a Jew, and we are considered below them. How stupid. If his dad found out we were friends, I would probably be killed and Bruno would be in a lot of trouble. Hopefully I can hang in there a little bit longer. Well, One of the officers is coming. I must go. Ill talk to you soon.