THE GATE KEEPER by JULES GABRIEL Read Free Book Online Page B

got
hold of my school bag and with the same side I push through the crowd.
    My
right hand lays relax but it was not for long until it felt warm. Someone got
hold of it. I turn around and see Samantha holding it. Our eyes meet with a
dedicated passion for each other. She smiles at me. I could not help myself by
not responding and returning the same friendly gesture.
    Once
we were out of the crowd we walk down the road together. There was an
uneasiness of nervousness as we both stayed quiet. She slowly removed her hand
in mine and uses both of hers to hold her file towards her chest. We accidently
call out each other’s name at the same time while facing each other while
walking down the road.
    We
smile and laugh as we realise that we’ve call out each other’s name at the same
time. Perhaps it was love at first sight like I had felt or just the complicity
of normal anxiety of uncontrollable jitters. I’m not a love expert but all I
know is that it was a wonderful feeling.
    ‘You
go first.’ She insisted.
    ‘No,
I must insist, lady’s first.’
    ‘So
what are you up to then?’
    ‘Accompany,
you to your house.’
    ‘I
meant this evening?’
    ‘Ok,
I might go through maths and biology tonight as it’s my weakest link.’
    ‘Ok,
how good are you at history and geography?’ 
    ‘Good.’
    ‘The
history and geography class you’re in are super good. I’ve been told that you’re
one of the super brilliant students of those two subjects, right.’ She
praised.  
    ‘Well
not totally true.’
    We
walk down the road and made a left turn towards Samantha’s house. Puzzling, she
seek for reasoning, ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘I
won’t lie to pretend that I’m a genius, when in fact, I’m just a simple young
man trying to be the best I can be.’
    ‘Tell
me something about history then?’
    ‘Which
part? Is it the eighteen or nineteen century?’ I asked.
    ‘What
happen to Hitler before the end of the second world war?’ Samantha demanded for
an answer.
    ‘Adolf
Hitler, the ‘ fuhrer ’ or leader of the
Nazi German party. Presume dead on April 1945 two months before the end of the
war.’ I said.
    ‘Wait
a minute, I don’t believe in that word presume. I’d rather use suicide.’ She
said trying to outsmart me in the field I’m really interested in.
    ‘Where
do you get your source?’
    ‘From
school and… What about you?’
    ‘Of
course, it’s from the primary source. He never shot himself as they have recently
found that he manage to escape. He simply got away as the man which the Russian
army identified as Hitler was inches shorter than him.’ I said as we walk
towards her house.
    ‘How
do the historians knows that when in fact, the primary witness who was part of
his personal bodyguard was much alive in the seventies and eighties to tell the
tale?’
    ‘Hitler’s
bodyguard story was unreliable. The only witness alive who has been interviewed
every decade has changed his story so many times. This had led historians to
believe that he wasn’t a credential witness. One time he heard the shot and
another time he said he couldn’t hear it.’ I calm down to give her time to
assimilate what I was telling her.
    Samantha
listens attentively and I allow her to absorb what I was giving out. She walks
with her head facing downward trying to figure out the jigsaw facts.
    I
catch my breath and proceeds, ‘Then at a certain point he said he saw the body
but the face of the fuhrer was covered with a
blanket leaving only his shoes out for him to recognise it as his.’
    ‘Then
who was the dead man who looked exactly like him?’
    ‘After
operation Valkyrie, where by his own high ranking military personnel’s fail
attempt to assassinate him, Hitler in fear of his life secretly used body
doubles.’
    ‘It
makes perfect sense. He must have used an imposter of his self-image to fake
his own death and vanish without a trace.’ She said as she gave out her
thoughts. ‘So why couldn’t he be brought to