1939 [On Hold/Editing]

October 2nd, 1939

I wake up to the noise of excited girls. Ugh. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Wait. It's Sunday, and I can finally afford loads of sweets and even a new outfit! I get up out of bed, and dress in my uniform, because my civilian clothes from Poland were burned. I quickly eat, and then walk to town, which is only two miles away from here.

When I enter the town, I am met by many people frantically running about, trying to get their Sunday errands finished. I see Jews, walking in the gutter with their heads down, and I even see one stare at me angrily. I quickly mouth an apology to him as I scurry down the street and into a bookstore. I pick up a copy of The Wizard Of Oz, and mutter that what Hitler is doing is a load of horse poop. I catch a few glances, most likely of envy because of my uniform, and buy the book.

I then head to the clothing store, where I buy a skirt, blouse, and a dress. My hands are full as I head to the candy shop, and I feel a hand grasp my shoulder. Annoyed, I spin around quickly and come face to face with a boy in the Youth.

"Pardon me, Miss, but you look like you could use some help." the boy says. Figures. They're always nice to the girls.

"Um, yes, please." I smile gratefully and get a good look at the child who is helping me. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and looked to be about my age.

"To the cafe?" He queries.

"Please." I follow him into the warm cafe and inhale the scents of coffee, tea, and freshly-baked pastries. He places the parcels full of my previously-bought items on an extra chair. "Thank you." I genuinely smile at him and sit down.

"Sorry to not introduce myself. My name is Christopher." My heart stops when he first says his name.

Kristoff... I thought solemnly.

"...Name?" The boy- Christopher- asks.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "Pardon?"

"What is your name?" He repeats.

"Klara, er Liesel." I correct myself. His eyebrows raise.

"Do you not know your own name?" He jokes. In return, I laugh and smile at the waitress, who came over to take our order. I ordered a cinnamon bun and hot chocolate, and Christopher ordered a doughnut and coffee. I caught some Jews' glares as I ate the sweet treat, and I glanced down at my shoes in response. All of this wasn't fair. They shouldn't be punished just because a man with a stupid mustache has a grudge against an entire religion and race. I'm sure if it was just Hitler in a room full of Jews, he wouldn't dare be racist or yell slurs at their faces. But just because this one utterly ignorant man became leader, he has it in his head that he is a god.

Christopher studies me for a moment, thinks, and then scribbles something down on a napkin. When we finish, he asks me to meet him here the next Sunday, and told me to read his note in private before handing it to me. I nodded, picked up all of my things and smiled at him before walking back to my current living quarters. When I got back, I proceeded as usual, gossiping with the girls, showing them what I bought, plaiting each other's hair.

As soon as I was sure everyone was asleep, I read the note that Christopher had scribbled.

Liesel,

I have a feeling you are thinking the same thoughts as I. If so, please meet me at the cafe next Sunday, and I will introduce you to the White Rose. We are a group bent on getting Germany to revolt against Hitler and his army of terror. As soon as you have finished reading this, please burn it.

From, Christopher

I gasped and quickly burned the letter in a fire, and went to sleep while dreaming of the days to come.