Act 2: Scene 4 August, 1944

Peter Van Dan

It turns out the invasion didn’t go as quickly as we had thought. It was delayed for a little bit of time. Along with that, we haven’t heard one worker in the building today. It was a Friday, but there wasn’t a single worker. To top it all off, Miep hadn’t showed up for a while. The phone began to ring. We had no idea who it was. There was a good chance that it was Miep, but who wanted to take the chance of answering it if it wasn’t? After a while, dad and Dussel began begging Mr. Frank to answer it, saying that it was Miep trying to tell us something. Mr. Frank just said no. He didn’t want to blow our cover.

I began looking out the window. I just watched the seagulls flying in the sky. After a minute, Anne walked into the room. She was explaining how she imagined being outside, in the fresh air, surrounded by beautiful flowers from any season. Anne told me the best part of imagining that you’re free is that there could be anything that you want there. As I started to think about it, sirens began to scream outside. Anne and I looked at each other. Without hesitation, we instantly kissed each other for the last time. After a couple of minutes, the Nazis began to bang on our doors. They found us.

Act 2: Scene 3 June, 1944

Peter Van Daan

I started to hear crashes and yells coming from the main room. As I jumped out of bed, I ran off to see what all the commotion was all about. I found Mrs. Frank yelling at my father. At first, I had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t take long to figure it out. Mrs. Frank was snapping at my father, yelling that she couldn’t believe that he was eating the food in the middle of the night. Looks like we’ve figured out the food problem, and it was a rat. Mom entered the battle, seeing that her husband was losing. She begins a defense that he’s a big man who needs a larger portion of food. I can’t believe that after everything that my father has done to her, mom is still trying to defend him. Her defense quickly backfired as Mrs. Frank began to explain that he’s a big man because he’s been stealing all of this food. After Mrs. Frank couldn’t take it anymore, she tells dad to get out. She meant it. The glare in her eyes was as cold as stone. Even though I dislike my father, I don’t believe he deserves to be kicked out of here. It’s his best chance of survival to stay here.

Thankfully, the argument started to cool down when Miep arrived with good news. Our allies have entered Germany! I was so happy to here the news. Everyone was, except my father. He was so ashamed at himself. Dad might be sorry now, but I don’t think he has really changed. Everyone was dancing around the room from the great news. I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier!

Act 2: Scene 2 June, 1994

Peter Van Daan

I can’t decide if today was one of the best days I’ve had in the Annex or one of the weirdest. Anne was meeting me in my room, so I was just getting prepared. I combed my hair and put on a good shirt. A couple of minutes later, Anne arrived. She looked pretty nice. Anne started the conversation. After a little bit, she was starting to say that she didn’t look beautiful. At first I was pretty shocked. I started to comfort her, saying that I completely disagreed with that, but at the same time, I didn’t want to say that I loved her or anything.

Anne also asked me if I’ve ever kissed anyone. I started to get a little nervous. I explained that I’ve only kissed one girl, and how I was playing a game blindfolded at a party, so I didn’t even know who it was. She told me that only a couple of boys had kissed her. After a couple more minutes of talking, Anne and I began to move closer to each other. Our eyes were locked. As we were about to kiss, Anne hesitated and turned away. We attempted it a second time. We kissed. I’ve never felt anything like it.

Act 2: Scene 1 Jan 1, 1944

Peter Van Daan

I hate it here! I’ve been locked inside this box for over a year, and I can’t take it anymore, especially with Mouschi gone. I miss Mouschi so much. He was the only one I can really talk to. Mouschi ran away a couple of days ago. I hope he’s all right. He’s probably waiting at home. I asked Mr. Kraler and Miep to keep an eye out for him anyway. The bad news doesn’t add there. Miep brought over a nice little sugar cake for us to eat. It was pretty nice of her to make a sugar cake for us after all the work she does for us. Anyway, everyone started getting paranoid over the cake. My dad tried to exclude Margot from getting a piece of cake, saying that since she’s sick, she wouldn’t want a piece of cake. I know he really just wants a larger slice. How selfish can you get? My father also took mom’s coat, her most prized position, and gave it to Miep. While mom was sopping, begging him not to sell it, my father told her to sell it and buy as many cigarettes as she could and bring them back to him. Cigarettes! He could have at least asked her to buy some food for us. I was so ashamed at my father. How can he have done something like that? After everything that has happened, there is one thing that annoys me more then anything else that has happened. Mr. Dussel suggests somebody ate Mouschi. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what he just said! I was furious, wanting to slug him right in the face.

Well, not everything went wrong. Mrs. Frank and Anne got into another argument. Anne eventually ended up running into her room. Anne left her piece of sugar cake behind. I noticed my father giving a greedy glare at her slice. I made sure I grabbed it before he did. I climbed the staircase to and found Anne in her bedroom, or I should say Mr. Dussel’s room. I gave Anne her slice of cake and began to talk with her. It was the first time Anne and I had a real heart to heart conversation. It felt good to let some steam out. In the middle of our conversation, Mr. Dussel opened the door, interrupting our conversation. Still furious at him, I slammed the door on him. After a couple more minutes, Anne and I finished our conversation. It was nice to talk to someone besides Mouschi for once.

Act 1: Scene 5- Act 2: Scene 1 Dec 7, 1942- Jan 1, 1944

Peter Van Daan

Things around here are the same as always. My father is still yelling at me, my mother accuses me of liking Anne, and Anne still annoys me. Just the other day, she took me shoes again! How does this amuse her? Mouschi still stays inside my room. Now, I have to collect scraps behind my dads back, or he’ll accuse me of stealing food again. I know it’s just scraps, but it’s better to be safe then sorry.