War Zone

Chapter 1

Lucy:

Education from around the world had always fascinated me. The style of teaching and the teaching itself.

Although it always intrigued me, at the moment I would give anything in the world to be back at Westbrook High instead of Germany.

I'd even take the dreaded Mrs.Mcallister over Mrs.Weber, my current 10th grade science teacher in Germany.

My pencil moved swiftly between my slender fingers before dropping onto the wooden desk. My eyes wandered to the intricate handles of the ornate clock that sat above the chalkboard, moving slowly as if they couldn't move any faster. Which, sadly, they couldn't.

Mrs. Weber's deep scraggly voice billowed through the classroom as she went on and on and on. The stuff she was saying wasn't even useful for the class. She was just rambling because apparently that's what all German teachers do.

I glanced at my surroundings looking at my classmates. Hans to my right. Jackass. That's what he was. His stuck up persona was all too familiar from the guys from my own school back home in the States.

Hans played soccer and made a huge deal about it but if I had to be honest ,which I hated in this case, he was really good at soccer. Or football I guess.

And if I have to be honest again, Hans was pretty good looking in his own German way.

Most guys back home were dark haired or dirty blonde with tanned skin but guys here were really different

Hans for example had pale yellow hair almost the color of snow with watery blue eyes. That description doesn't give him any justice and makes him sound like he has some sort of sickness. But his smile and jawline make him look 100 times better I promise.

After cautiously staring at Hans for a good minute I glanced over to my left to where Lena was sitting.

Lena was generally nice. She was a bit of a snob sometimes but a nice one.

The girl I really didn't like was Emily. Now she was something else. She was the biggest flirt I had ever met and that's saying a lot since one of my best friends back home is known for being the biggest flirt in town. But Emily was nothing compared to Linda. Linda wasn't mean.

I glared at Emily as I saw her eyeing the new Polish boy that had joined this year. Flirt.

I went back to an old resort that helped me cope with boredom. Twirling my hair. Mom hated it but I couldn't help it. My hair was wavy enough but I don't really care. My appearance was the least of my worries now a days.

Speaking of appearances, out of everyone in this classroom I probably looked the least German. Honestly speaking I looked more like a Jew than I did German. I mean dark wavy hair green eyes olive skin?

My family just had really weird genes. My brother Tyler and I didn't look like siblings at all.

Mom looked German with blonde hair and blue eyes and Dad was half Italian
and German. I know weird combo.

Tyler got moms blonde hair and I got dads dark hair. One thing that we did share though was Dad's eyes. We both have green eyes.

Now you might think a girl with dark hair and green eyes that had grown up in Cincinnati finding out that she was almost all German surprising considering the war and everything.

But no. Being related to would be Nazis was nothing compared to what my parents told my brother and I next.

To be honest it's actually sorta cliche. I mean I'm pretty sure every James Bond fan wishes they were a spy or whatever but what were the chances that a kids parents were both spies that worked for the government.