When war comes to town.

The German Note.

*8th of January, 1940*

- Later that day -

"Olivier? Olivier!" I shout.

"Anne? Hey!" He smiles.

Olivier has been my friend for nearly 3 years now. He's tall and skinny, that's mainly why all his clothes look baggy on him. He has soft, short brown hair, a perfect smile and eyes that are as blue as the ocean.

"What are you up too?" He asks.

"Nothing really, thought I might come around and see you!" I explain.

"Fine by me... Little bear..." He smirks.

"Don't, don't call me that. Baaad memories." I say.

----Flashback----

"C'mon Anne! It wasn't that bad, no one made fun of you.." Olivier said.

"YOU SAID EVERYONE WAS DRESSING UP!" I yell.

"Hey, hey, hey calm down! That's just what they told me!" He replies.

"Well at least you look decent! I look like a bear and all they called me the whole time was Little Bear!!" I say.

He laughs.

"Well, you do look like a little bear.."

"Shut up!" I say, giggling.

"I'm never gonna stop calling you that, you realise?" He smirks.

"Yeah, yeah." I smile.

---- Flashback over ----

"It was pretty funny actually." He laughs.

"What are you doing anyway? I say, ignoring him.

"Oh you know, stealing cars, ruling the world. So not much really." He explains.

"Oh pleeeease! But seriously, what have you been doing?" I ask.

"Planning mischievous stuff obviously and I want you to join me." He jumps off the rock he was standing on and smirks.

"Do you accept your mission?" He holds out his hand and smiles.

"I would be delighted." I reply.

"First we need some supplies though... Here's the list." He explains.

- a knife

- a small bag

- pliers

"Can you go grab a bag from somewhere in the house? I'll get the rest." He states.

"Are you sure about this? You haven't even told me what you're planning!" I say anxiously.

"What? Don't you trust me?" He grins and jogs around the side of the house.

I smile and walk inside his house.

The house is fairly small, but can fit a fair bit. Wooden floors, white/grey walls. Tattered furniture in each room.

Olivier has two sisters, a brother and his parents to live with and his parents jobs don't pay very much so they are fairly poor.

I tip toe as fast as I can to Olivier's room and open the small cupboard inside.

"C'mon.. Bag... Bag.. No.." I whisper under my breath.

"Gotcha..." I mumble.

I grab the small, brown mesh bag and creep out of his room.