• Chapter 1.

    "Loise. Come and eat your food before one of your brothers does." Mother's stern voice reminded me. I sighed and picked at the food in front of me. "Mother? Can i have Loise's food now?" Luke's voice popped up at the far end of the table-directly in front of me. I heard a sigh and an excited squeal, and that signal was that Mother nodded and I should get out of the way.
    A door slammed and Father's familiar squeaking shoes sent me running towards him. I jumped up and down. "Father! Father!" I said with excitement. He groaned as he took off his boot and I saw a gigantic bloody gash. my excitement squeal turned to cries. "Mother!" I ran towards the room where they were eating. My eyes were filled with pain and Mother immediately went past me to Father. A gasp and a single tear drop on the floor answered my thoughts of Father.
    "What happened?" Mother asked in awe. "Nazis are filling around us. They seem very harmful to the Jewish people ever since your cousin Alexander shot and killed that soldier. I have a feeling that soon they will be very hurtful. I don't want the kids to walk to school, Lisa." He muttered. Mother backed up. "No! The children must go to school. Surely the Nazis have enough class not to harm a few 5 year old's, a 7 year old, and a 15 year old? Am I correct?" She demanded. They glared at each other for a while and finally I stepped away from the doorway.
    Sometimes I wonder if Nazis will attack my family someday. Stupid Alexander. Couldn't he survived like we have for the past few years? All I hoped was that I could go to school without problems happening along the way. I would be fine....right? I remembered the things Christian and Catholic children would say and do to Jewish people ever since that monster....Hitler, oh my tongue curls whenever I say his name. But how couldn't it! He is a horrible person.
    I wish the Jews could have voted. We wouldn't have let him come into command. We could have stopped him. Alexander was now in what they called, "A relocation camp." They had started building more camps all around us now. Sometimes they would go get people from jail and sit them in there. I was lucky none of my relatives were in jail. Very lucky. All I could hear was the sound of forks scraping against plates, Father and Mother arguing in hushed tones, and the sound of stomping coming upstairs.Stomping?!