July 16, 1942

Anneliese was any Nazi's dream girl: Bright blonde hair, even brighter blue eyes, beautiful face, perfect body, and Jew-blood free. She was also fifteen-years-old. She, however, did not hate the Jewsish people. She only saw them as normal people, just like herslelf. Her father saw them as vermin; disgusting filth that wandered the streets.

"Anneliese!" Gustoff called on this particular summer day.

"Yes, father?" Anneliese asked as she stepped into his study.

"I have news for you. We are moving to Paris. I have important work to do there," Gustoff smiled. "We will be waiting there for two months for our things to get sent there. You are going to have the priveledge of seeing Fuhrer once again."

"Well, father, um…" Anneliese started. She really didn't want to see Hitler. She was about to tell him that when he gave her a you-better-say-yes-unless-you-want-a-good-flogging look.

"I would love to," Anneliese said. "Shall I go pack?"

"Yes. And pack your good clothes. I won't have you embarrass me in front of our great leader," Gustoff commanded. "and please, don't eat like the pig you are. And where your corset."

"But father-"

"I don't care how out of style they are. You are going to wear it. By the way, only pack the things you really need. The rest of your things will arrive there in two moths."

Anneliese sighed before saying, "Yes, Father." She curtsied before slowly backing out of the room. She then turned around and made her way up the stairs. After arriving in her light pink room, she plopped herself down on her fluffy white bed coverings. She did love going to France, but it was always for political reasons. She would be asked to woo the sergeants son, or flatter the generals nephew, and she would be rewarded by her father. She was wondering whose attention she would have to capture this time.

"Better start packing," she muttered. She pulled her white trunk out from under her bed, and packed all of her nicest clothing into it. After latching it shut, she did as her father told her, and squeezed into a corset. The housekeeper helped her by lacing up the back. Once she was done, she brought her trunk downstairs.

"Father, when will we be leaving?" she asked timidly.

"Now. The carriage is waiting," Gustoff said sternly. He snapped his fingers, and the housekeeper took his and Anneliese's bags out to the carriage. Anneliese and Gustoff followed, stepped into the carriage and went to the trainstation, where they took a train to the Metro, where a second carriage was waiting for them.

"General Guber," Hitler smiled. "So wonderful of you to join us. And I see you have brought Anneliese as well," he added. "Such a lovely young lady." Anneliese smiled and curtsied. Hitler continued, "The commander's son wishes to take you on a tour of paris."

"I would love to go," Anneliese lied.

"Wonderful. David will be here shortly."

As if on cue, a tall boy who looked to be around seventeen years old waltzed through the door. His chestnut blonde hair was slicked to the side, and he was wearing a Gestapo uniform.

David marched right up to Anneliese, took her hand, and kissed it. Her pale cheeks tinged slightly pink, and she smiled nervously.

"Parle vous francais?" he asked in perfect French.

"Oui," she replied. "When will we be leaving?"

"You may go now," Gustoff said in French. "David, I want her back here by sevon oc'clock. Please take care of her."

"Yes sir," he said, saluting him. He made a little bow, Anneliese made a little curtsy, and they left the room. Anneliese could not deny that this boy was handsome, but, he was a Nazi. And this, she did not like.

While out with this boy, Anneliese could only think about going home. She noticed that David was selfish and conceited. He wasn't even very bright. But, her father wanted Anneliese to treat this boy like he was a hero, and that was what she was going to do.

Meanwhile, just a block away, a young man stepped out of his home with a large yellow star sewn to his chest. On it, in thick black letters, was the word Juif, which was French for Jew. It was about the size of his fist.

"I'll be home soon, Mother!" he called into the house. After getting a response, he closed the door and continued down the street to the flea market. To his luck, Jews were still allowed there.

"David," Anneliese started, "Do you think we could go to the flea market? I just adore the records they sell."

David thought about it for a momant before smirking and saying, "Of course." They got out of the carriage as soon as they arrived. Anneliese rushed around to see the various venders. Almost none of them were Jewish. The ones that were had almost nothing to sell.