1939 [On Hold/Editing]

October

I picked up the fabric. I had been assigned to work in a factory, sewing clothes for the Nazis. Looking around me, I noticed almost everyone had a red triangle on their uniforms, announcing that they were Polish, just like me. Sighing, I start to sew the socks and clothing for the wretched Nazis. As a precaution, I looked around to see if any of the officers were watching me. I quickly tied the thread and cut one of the seams so the socks would fall apart as they were walking.

My little act of rebellion put me on edge. What if they saw me? I look around once more and the knot in my chest settled a bit. I see other women doing the same, and I smile a bit when Rebeka, a woman in the same shack with me, nodded mischievously at me. Rebeka has curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and tan skin. She is 31, and her children were taken away from her to head West. She has basically adopted me, which makes me laugh because of our differences in appearance. Arbietsleiter Heinrich suddenly appears, and looks at the work we've done. He walks over to a girl and observes her work. Shoving her to the floor, he yells at her.

"You have done nothing, you filthy, worthless schweine!" He spits on her and I quickly look away as he returns to his overseeing. I hear the click of boots on the wooden floor behind me and I flinch. Not losing any pace, I continue sewing the clothes.

"I would like to see you in my office, now." He snarls. I glance at Rebeka, and she nods solemnly. Shutting off my machine, I follow him to his office and stand by the door. He sits down and puts his feet up on his desk, and I have to bite my tongue from not calling him a string of curse words.

"According to the Hauptarbeitsleter, you are needed in the kitchen from now on." I gasp. A job in the kitchen is wonderful! This way I could smuggle food to my cabin mates, and I'll be working in a place where there is heat! "Leave now and go to the kitchens." He smiles, acknowledging the fact that he knows what could happen to me on my lonely and long walk. I quickly walk out and tell Rebeka the news. She smiles, hugs me, and then wishes me luck. Bracing myself for the long walk, I sneak outside to avoid the unaware Nazi officials and start walking.

When I arrive at the kitchens, I am practically frozen. The walk had taken me fifteen minutes to trudge through piles of wet and cold leaves with barely any protection against the elements.

"Klara," Jack, I mean Hauptarbeitsleter Eisenhaur, says sternly. He grabs my wrist and jerks me into his office. Pulling me by the fireplace, he tells me that I am freezing. "Have you caught anyone's, er, attention?"

"No, thankfully, and thank you for getting me moved here, I really appreciate everything you're doing for me." I tell him. "But, if you don't mind me asking, why are you helping me of all people?"

He smiles. "When I first saw you, you called Heinrich a bastard, told him he could rot in hell, and then blackmailed him." He laughs, "I like your attitude, I guess. Anyway, you have to get to work. You know how to cook, right?" I nod and Jack points me to the the kitchen. "Good luck, Klara."

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I stuff a carrot down my shirt, and then a small chunk of bread. There you go, Rebeka, I think to myself quietly as I cut up a minuscule potato and throw it into the pot of water. I slip some spices in the soup to make the broth not taste like dirt, and then leave it to boil. While I am waiting for the soup, I help Hana, another girl that worked it the kitchen, cook the Nazi officials' meals which included bread, chicken, and sauerkraut. Hana and I argued about who would deliver the meals to the Nazis, but I lost. Trembling, I pick up the plates and deliver the food. I was at my last stop before Jack's, when I was shoved into a room. Blindly stumbling around, I reach for a wall to steady myself.

"You are very pretty for Polish scum." a voice growls. I flinch at the gravelly sound and back away from the noise. I close my eyes just as the lights turn on. I hear thumping, and then open my eyes to find a man's face a step away from mine. I move my head and try to look for a way to escape, but a firm grip on my chin stops my head from moving. "What do you think you are doing, trying to get away?" He laughs and moves his face closer to mine. The man's breath reeks of cigars and alcohol.

"I..." I hit my head on a wall from trying to back away from the Nazi's kiss. "Have to deliver..." I say shakily, "food to Hauptarbeitsleter Eisenhaur." The man's face falls and he stops kissing me.

"I will resume later," he gives me a lustful grin and unlocks the door. I run out and grab the food for Jack, trying to erase the fact that my first kiss was against my will. I knock on his door and can't help but breaking down after it shuts.

Sorry this is sucky, I wrote this at one in the morning. I'm updating more soon!