My Nazi Soldier(On Hold)

Chapter 4

My Nazi Soldier

Chapter 4

I had awoken just before sunrise the next morning. Patty was shuffling around the room trying to find her shoes and woken me up to help her find them. I trudged out of bed and stretched out my limbs hearing a few pops before walking over to the window. There was a large building with a clock on it that read 5:32. I leaned my head back and groaned as I walked back over to my bed. We still had a half hour before we were supposed to wake up.

"Remember what the lady said? Everyone working in the kitchen have to be there a little bit earlier to get the food ready for the day." Patty said from across the room, her voice was still a bit groggy from just waking up.

I groaned even louder this time as I sat upright on my mattress. This sucked.

We got ready and headed down the steps and outside into the courtyard, a few other girls and women following us. The dinning hall and kitchen were in the building next to the one where the men were staying. The outside was painted a fading cream color and it was chipping. It was at least two levels high with very few windows lining both floors. The inside wasn't that different from the outside. The walls were a dirty white color with creaky floorboards. There were four long tables that seemed to fit all of the soldiers in them. It was completely empty at the moment but that would change soon. The soldiers would come in and wake us all up and tell us our duties for the day and then they would come down and have breakfast, leaving the leftovers for us after every meal and something told me that wasn't going to be a lot.

I let my eyes roam around the room and saw that there were serving tables set up in the back near a set of winding stair cases. We all headed towards the stairs and started to go up one by one. Just as I suspected there was a kitchen filled with food, cooking utensils and appliances for us to use.There were crates stacked on top of each other off to the side, labeled Soldaten. On the other side of the room there were two maybe three crates stacked labeled Juden.

You would have to be an idiot to not realize that stack with more crates were for the germans while the other ones were for us. Once we ran out of stuff for us, that was it. All of our heads snapped in the direction of the staircase when we heard footsteps resounding. The same blonde, unhappy woman from yesterday appeared from the winding staircase and strided over to the group of us.

"You will make the breakfast for the soldiers first. Any leftovers will be given to the rest of you Juden." She began speaking, her voice very flat and held no emotion behind it as she stood in front of us, head held high and hands behind her back, standing tall.

"If you run out before all are fed...oh well." She sneered.

One brave soul raised her hand cautiously before the lady snapped at her.

"W-what is in those boxes over there?" The woman had red hair that fell into soft curls and lay on her back. Her face as pale as a ghosts, making her freckles stand out. Her voice was soft and meek as she spoke. The lady looked over at the crates in the corner labeled Juden before smirking slightly. She turned back to us and said something that left us all shaking.

"Not food, if that is what you are wondering." She said darkly as she backed away and made her way back down the stairs.

All of us stood there in a moment of silence, no one daring to make a move. We were all extremely uncomfortable now that we have learned that the stuff in our crates were definitely not food. I looked back over to the crates labeled Soldaten and made my way over there.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I was moving. I reached the crates and lifted myself on my tippy toes to see the top of the wooden box. I lifted up the lid slowly and stood back closing my eyes just incase I didn't want to see what was in there.