German Living in Hitler's World

Introduction

My name is Jillian Hitler. Yes, I am Hitler's daughter. The year is 1940, and it's like I'm a celebrity in America. I live in Berlin, Germany. I go to a girl's preparatory school, and I make decent grades. You have to if you are related to Hitler or else nobody would believe that he was the perfect leader for Germany. My father is excellent at making speeches to crowds, and he was never scared of anything. My mother's name is Hera. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pointy but with poise and cuteness nose. I have blonde hair and blue eyes also. I also have a mixture of my mother's and my grandmother's nose. I am 16 years old, and lots of boys are interested in courting me. But only to get to be close to father and the Nazi Party. I'm pretty sure one day I'll find my soulmate eventually. I have a little sister named Eliza, she's 10 years old. My mother is expecting a baby in December.

"Jillian, dear, please awake. The maid has prepare food. You don't want it getting cold", my mother says.

I get up and head downstairs with mother.

I wait a few minutes and Eliza comes downstairs.

"Where is father", I ask.

"He's not here, um, you know how busy he has been these past few years", my mother says.

I eat, and then I get ready for school. I go downstairs and grab my lunch pail on the way out of the door. As I exit our huge villa, I take in the deep fresh scent of the morning. It's peaceful until Eliza comes outside. I have to walk her to school.

My mother insists we walk to school because she wants us to get plenty of exercise. 15 minutes later, we hit the town. We see Jews on the sidewalk, as we walk past they step off the sidewalk and hurriedly walk across the street to the other sidewalk. I know they show fear of us, but aren't they just people, too? I sometimes dislike father.

We reach Eliza's school, and 5 minutes later I reach my own school.

"Jill", my best friend Smithy shouts.

We talk as we walk to our class, as usual people stare at me and make a sorta little walkway for me and Smithy.

The school day goes just fine. I get home and eat dinner, father is here tonight. But, mother keeps looking at me with an uneasy glance.

"Jilly, I have some very important news for you darling", daddy says.

"What is it, daddy", I ask.

"I want grandchildren. So, you know that means you have to get married and mate", he says.

My mom looks like she wants to scream no at daddy but she knows that she is only a wife in daddy's eyes.

I choke on my food a little.

"What", I ask.

"You will be marrying a man named--, wait no, I shall rephrase my words. You will be marrying Benito Mussolini's son", he says.

"He's Italian though", I say.

"The Wedding is tomorrow", he says ignoring me.

I run upstairs to my room and cry. My mother comes in and comforts me.

I fall asleep.