First time testing out different feelings!
Chapter Four Stephen didn’t tell me if the Allies had received my letter. I assumed that they hadn’t, because he would have told me or given me a tiny hint. And anyway, it could take months for the letter to even make it, and months before I got an answer back. “Emilia!” My mother peered into my room. “Dinner is ready,” she said, before turning sharply and leaving. “How was the rally?” Frau Muller asked,…
Chapter Three “Emilia Muller! Get down here right now!” I sat upright on my bed, slapped my book shut, and raced downstairs. “Yes, Frau Muller?” I asked, skidding into the dining room. My mother looked at me disapprovingly. “What were you doing upstairs in your room for heaven’s sake?” Frau Muller asked. “And running down the stairs? Has the League of German Girls taught you anything?” I wanted to shrug, but instead went with, “No…
Chapter Two I stayed up late last night. First I was frightened. Did the Nazi suspect me? Would Hitler march into my house, demanding to see me? Then I got angry. How dare Hitler take over my country? Take away my culture, my way of life? Who said he could rule the world? Mutter. And Vater. And almost all of Germany. What could I do to stop him? Then it hit me. What if I…
Chapter One Germany, 1943 They march through our streets like they are welcome. They tear through houses as guests. They salute, shouting “Heil Hitler!” for everyone, as though everyone agrees. Because everyone has to agree. My name is Emilia, meaning “rival” in Latin. I am fourteen, and I am a German Jew, one of the few left in this country. One of the few to realize the lies that Hitler spoke in his speeches on…
-Chapter Two- “Mother!” Scarlet called from the front door, holding her satchel across her shoulders. It contained the book about dream visitors, her notebook, and a letter from her parents that she had received when she had gone on her first solo trip to Florida on her tenth birthday. “Scarlet Becker! Where do you think you are going?” Mother stumbled down the stairs, looking confused and slightly angry when she saw the satchel. “Mother, I’m…