Zofia stared at the dark night sky and wondered “Will I ever be safe”. Since Zofia was only 11 years old and didn’t have any parents because they died trying to escape some bombing. Luckily Zofia was out in the paddock feeding her dapple-grey arabian named Mystic, when the bombs fell.
Zofia had gotten injured but not too bad. She had a little bed on the raft, she had made on her own,heading out to New Zealand and safety. She had some food to keep her going but once she got to New Zealand she would get more food. Zofia had some money from her parents, luckily it was NZ money.
Zofia’s Dad had taught her how to drive a boat so if this ever happened she was ready for anything. Zofia could see a light far away and thought what is that? It got a little bit closer, close enough for her to see that it was the Nazi’s, they were following her. She tried to sail in a different direction but they just kept following. Zofia was scared she had never ever been this scared before. She went into the back of the boat and hid behind barrels which she had stored all of her stuff in and the Nazi’s went up to the boat.
“There is nobody in this boat should we take it or leave” said a Nazi “Just leave it we are here for the people not boats” Said another Nazi. Zofia was finally safe. She was going to be free and safe! No one could ever hurt her! She didn’t realise, but since she was hiding behind the barrel she hadn’t realized the boat had drifted off course. Zofia had been travelling for a couple of months now, she could see a colorful island in the distance, so she sailed over there towards the island. There was a big sign that said Wellington so she jumped off the boat and tied it to a giant rock. She saw a man so she sold the boat to him for 1000 dollars. There was a road and on the other side she had heard a young couple talking and laughing in Polish so then she approached them and discovered that they had fled Poland to escape from Nazis too.
She was so relieved to have found two people who had escaped Poland just like her. They took her home with them. They lived in the countryside with a little white cottage and a grey cat named Polly which she thought was nice because they named Polly after Poland.
Lena & Alexander were working at the city bank. She was convinced if they could start a new life and be happy that meant so could she. Zofia had got a job at the local stables, she had made even more friends and people were inspired by Zofia. She was amazing because of what terrible things she had got through.
And although she would never forget her family, Mystic and Poland and everything she went through, it just felt great to be in a country where she was safe and where the Nazis could not reach her. Zofia was happy with her new life she could see it was going to be much brighter, especially with her new friends by her side.
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