The boy in the striped pyjamas by david

My name is Shmuel. I am a Jewish boy that isn’t loved that much. I just have to do jobs all day that make my hands sweat. I think that I’m a slave, pretty much.

One day that I thought would be the same as every other day, I saw a boy at the other side of the fence. I didn’t know if it was a good idea to go or not as it was supposed to be dangerous being around those people. But I went over anyway. I just needed to make a friend, someone to talk to. Straight away, he just started to ask a million questions. This happened for days and days. That went to weeks, and then months. And just like that, we were closer  than best friends. He was somebody I could trust.

Then one day he told me about his family. I didn’t like the sound of his father, the Commandant. I was starting to think I should get out of his way and get back to my  old life. Then he asked me if I wanted to come to the other side. It was a risk that I would have to take . I had never been out of this dreadful,sandy land but I could now. So that day was spent digging a hole. And as soon as was possible, I was on the other side. But Bruno’s father caught me…