Ellis Island: A Short Story

All I heard was the thumping of the millions of people walking down the street of New York City. I was heading to the market to get me some milk, potatoes and butter. I was kinda spaced out by thinking about my family that couldn't come to this magnificent country. I was awoken from my haze by a man yelling at me “ come here” I walked over and said, “ yes”, he said” I work for a newspaper company and I noticed that you don't look like the normal new yorker” I said “ I'm from Germany, I came through Ellis Island” , “great” he said cheerfully “ come with me”. He motioned his hand inside this building with big blue sign with red writing that said New York Newspaper. The walls was a cream colored like sand, the wood creaked as we walled down this hallway. We finally came to a room that said Mr. Garret. The room was kinda small but cozy, he told me to sit in the dark brown leather seats. “ do you want any coffee or water, “ no thank you” I polity said.

It was a dead silence until I broke it “ what am I doing here”, “ We have been trying to get somebody that went through Ellis Island so we can get gist of what happened” he said , “ how long will it take?” I ask “ it shouldn't take no longer that a hour or two” he said “ okay I guess I can tell my story” “ I want from when you woke up in your house to when you arrived to New York” he said “ okay ” …show more content…
“well I better go and get to the market before dark approaches”, “ thanks for sharing you experience with me” he said ,“ Thanks for asking, see ya” I said, “ bye” he said. I headed out the brown door and headed for the market. I grabbed the chilled milk and dusty potatoes and creamy butter. I headed for home. I was walking home and admiring the Dark blue sky and neon light all the way down the street. Once I made it home I told my husband “ you will never guess what