The Run


I could feel the wind on my face, my bare feet cold against the rocks beneath me. I was home free, not very far left. Someone fell behind. I stopped and looked back to see my six-year-old brother on the ground, his bare feet scarred from running so far.

He ripped a piece of his sleeve and gave it to me. I started to wrap his feet up, but he shook his head and pointed at me. He wanted me to wrap my feet up.

I had to bite my lips to stop from crying.

“Charles, hop on my back.” I said to him because I new he couldn't run any longer. He climbed up my back, witch made the pain in my side start throbbing. I grabbed onto him tightly and started running

It was almost dawn and we were almost to the border of Canada. We would be free in a couple of hours.

When we stopped at a river to drink I heard someone coming up behind us. From the sound of his footsteps I could tell I was a husky man with a dog padding beside him. I pulled Charles into the river and under a log.

The river was frozen because it was in the middle of winter. I was praying for him to pass by quickly so I could get Charles out of there. Luckily He did.

When we got out I gave Charles my thin jacket to warm him up. Charles stopped drying himself and looked at a tree. I went to stand next to him and I couldn't believe my eyes. Charles had found what we had been looking for. The peg leg next to an arrow. I turned my head to see an old rusty house.

Charles started running towards it while I kept an eye on every fifth tree to make sure we were going to the right place. When we reached the house, an old man answered. He looked like a pirate to, with his eye patch and peg leg.

We gave the signal and he did it back and then hurried us inside. He gave us a drink and a piece of bread. He picked up a floor board and told us to go under. We were to be quiet until he came to get us again.

We had been with our mother and father and their friends before, but in a little while we had been separated from them. And now it was just us Charles and I. Two young boys finding their own way to freedom.

After a time that seamed like forever, the old man came to get us. He hurried us outside and pointed us in the right direction again. Before we left he gave us a last drink and a piece of bread each. We were on our way again.