One word writing prompts: SIL

Word Three: Gossip [hf]

Brought to you by me watching a video in math class and wondering hmm how would it feel if someone kicked down your door and told you your grandpa did war crimes.

Tw: Uh nazis but dw I don't support them (IM NOT CAPITALISING IT STOP IT WATTPAD)

Second person POV: (do you like this pov or should I try others)

So uh pls don't be a nazi its not good.

Songs I listened to:

https://youtu.be/6W9gWoM-ZmM?si=alXHxx0Nvqt2jrQL

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As you walk down the hallway, everyone seems to avoid you. This is new.

You approach one of your friends.

"Hi!" 

They shoot a frantic look at you, before running away.

Hmph. Rude.

"Psst, you know that german kid?"

"The one standing right there?"

"Yeah. Their grandfather is a n-"

A what. How did they even get to that conclusion? That's ridiculous! Opa(Grandpa) isn't like that! He's kind and caring and always listens to you when Mama and Vati(Dad) fight! Besides, you probably know your Opa better than some random kids!

He can't be. Right?

It's just rumours. Gossip, even. You make up your mind to ask Opa about this when you get home. He'll be able to explain everything, and put your mind at ease.

"Ew, you're sitting next to that kid? I hear their grandfather was a-"

You groan, slamming your head on the table. Are they seriously spreading those? Just because you're german, doesn't mean you're evil! These people need to learn the difference!

"Hey, you're jewish, right?"

"...Yeah?"

"Stay away from that one."

"Why?"

"Their grandfather did some pretty bad things to your race."

"It's a religion..."

Sighing, you turn towards them, glaring, giving a sign that you can hear them. They squeak and run away.

Come on. You're literally friends with jews. They're amazing! They have those cool dreidels!

The day literally can't finish faster, you think, watching a few people purposely walk around your table.

Slamming open the front door of your house, you dump your bag onto the floor, before searching for your Opa. The family cat hisses at the loud sound, scurrying under a table.

Instead, you find your mother, staring out the kitchen window.

"Mama? Wo ist Opa? (Mum? Where is Grandpa?)"

Her lip quivers as she turns to meet your gaze. "D...Dein Opa geht woanders hin. Er ist nicht hier. (Y...your Grandpa is going somewhere else. He is not here.)"

"Why?"

"He... he committed some crimes."

"Is Opa a nazi?"

"..."

They...can't be right. They- how- how'd they know before you? He's your grandpa, for god's sake!

"The government came today. While you were at school. Knocked down the door, looking for Erich Schwarz. They said he'd manned Treblinka."

"Treblinka..."

That was where the gas chambers were, right? Sucking in a breath, you wondered how the wizened old man who gave you hugs and always saved the last Werther's Echte for you, because he knew how much you loved them, the man who told you all the stories about Berlin, who showed you embarrassing photos of your parents, that man could send people to their deaths remorselessly, bringing them to the gas chambers.

Those two men couldn't be the same.

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OMD IM SO SORRY ITS SO BADDDD T-T Pls pls take this from a certified WW2 nerd ok so there's history there at least.