Epilogue: The Boy In The Striped Pajamas

Where Are You Bruno?

A/N: Hey guys! Here is an epilogue of The Boy In The Striped Pajamas. I do not own any of The Boy In The Striped Pajamas, so all credit goes to John Boyne. By the way, if there are any racist comments ahainst jews then i will block you. WARNING: SPOILERS! Enjoy!

Gretle, who was reading the german newspaper in her room, that Lieutenant Kotler had supplied her with, as in to keep her updated on what was going on in the outside world.

Now that she, who was 12, her mother and father, and her little brother Bruno, who was nine, had moved from their comfortable life in Germany's capitol of Berlin to come live in Out-With, a lonesome house which felt like it was in the middle of nowhere, where she had no more friends, and didn't even go to school. She and Bruno had a tutor that cane and taught them Monday through friday.

The teacher wanted very much for Bruno and Gretle to be educated on the war that was going on. He wanted them to understand that the Jews were the cause of this war, and that they were all monsters, and they diserved to pay the price for their evil deeds.

Gretle was not a concern of his, though, due to the fact that she had been keeping track of the war in the newspapers, and was already very knowledgable on the events that were occuring daily.

It was Bruno that the teacher was concerned about. He loved his adventure books, and fantasys about knights in shining armour saving the princesses from the dragons keep.

Another thing that Bruno did not understand was current events. He could not understand how the Jews were to blame for this war. Although the teacher had attempted to have Bruno understand, Bruno still didn't understand. It was as if he refused to believe it.

Gretle chuckled as she stuck a red pin in her map on her wall, marking where the troops, both alies with Germany, and the Alies with the Americans, were gaining territory.

She knew that she was the teachers favorite. She was far more knowledgable, and more cooperative than him. In Gretle's eyes, Bruno was just a nuisance to have around.

She looked up at her wall above her bed, that was filled with posters with Nazi propaganda. Due to the fact that her father was a high ranking Nazi official (the entire reason that she and her family had came to Out-With in the first place) Gretle was a deffinate supporter of Hitler and the Nazi party.

She remembered the night that Bruno had come to her room late at night because thier mother and father were fighting about the things behind the fence.

Gretle only had some idea about what the fence was for. Her knowledge of this, as everything else, came from the newspapers.

She had let Bruno into her room and snuggle up next to her in bed. Bruno looked somewhat frightened. He didn't like to hear his mother and father fight, and neither did Gretle.

"Gretle?", he had asked, looking up at her with his big, bright blue eyes. "Why do the farmers always wear striped pajamas?"

Gretle was puzzled by this. "What farmers?", she replied. "The farmers that live behind the fence of course!" He said, pointing towards the small window that was in one corner of Gretles room.

Gretle sighed in realization of what Bruno meant. He doesn't know anything, does he?, she thought to herself. "Those aren't farmers silly. They're prisoners."

Bruno looked puzzled. "But why would father want to have prisoners?" Bruno questioned Gretle.

Bruno could see the fence from his window, and had seen his father on the other side of it on several occasions. His father always wore his uniform, and seemed to be giving orders to the people in the striped clothing.