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Chapter One: They're Different
She's my friend. That's all that matters. I knew her all my life. Her father worked for my father, until it was against the law. At twelve years old, I loved this girl. What did I care if the other kids made fun of her?
Elsa and I were walking home from school; she would not talk to me. There were tears in her eyes.
"Come on, Elsa. Everything will be okay. This is only temporary." I put my arm around her to try to make her feel better. She put her arms around my waist and her head to my chest. I stopped walking.
"No, Kurt! It won't! And it's not temporary. I am so scared; I don't know what to do. How can I tell my parents?"
I pulled her closer to me and hugged her tightly. "It's okay, Elsa. We can---"I stopped talking. I looked up and saw a group of SS kids across the street. They were laughing at a Jewish girl and were making her sweep the sidewalk. I started to rush Elsa back to my house. "We'll talk about this later, Elsa."
We got to my house, Elsa still clinging on to me like her life depended on it.
Though I was glad that we reached my house safely, I liked the feeling of Elsa holding on to me outside. I felt like I was the only thing that mattered to her, like I was her Guardian Angel who was sent to protect her.
"You okay, Elsa? Now stop crying." I gently wiped away her tears with my finger. "It'll be okay."
Elsa stopped crying and went over to my bed and sat on it. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. I kissed her gently on the cheek saying "No one is going to hurt you," over and over again to her.
"Kurt? Are you home yet?" It was my mom. She was most likely downstairs. She probably heard us come in. "Kurt, schatz, are you home?" She came into my bedroom. "Oh, guten tag, Elsa. I didn't know you were coming over today. Why are you crying?"
Elsa wiped her eyes. "Frau Schneider, umm…" Elsa trailed off crying.
"Mutti," I continued, "an SS officer came in to school today. He told Elsa and this other girl in my class, Brigita, they had to leave…because they are Jews. When they left, I asked why they had to leave and my teacher said 'They're different'. So after school, I had Elsa come here. Is that okay, Mutti?"
"Oh, of course it's okay, Kurt." My mom turned and looked at Elsa. "You are welcomed here anytime Elsa."
"Danke, Frau Schneider. May I call my mother, please?"
My mom nodded her head. Then she grabbed the collar of my shirt. She led me to the kitchen.
"Kurt, what else happened at school? Did anyone say anything to Elsa? Or your other classmate?"
"No. Well, this one boy, Franz…" I was not really sure whether or not I should tell my mom. She kept staring at me at if telling me to finish. "He…he…he threw his notebook at Elsa and said 'get the hell out of here, you dirty Jews!' and the SS officer laughed. So did few other kids. But now there are only about seven children left in my class. Most dropped out and joined the Hitler Youth and are preparing to turn seventeen so they can fight for Hitler."
"Did they say why you weren't in the Hitler Youth?"
Elsa walked into the room. "My mom says that it's okay. May I stay for supper?"
"Sure, Elsa," I said, grabbing her hand.
Schatz (pronounced like shots) a German word for "treasure" used affectionately.