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"Mihael, was is das? What is that?" the small red head asked a young blonde boy. The blonde, Mihael, was looking where his friend had pointed, at the large tank that had rolled by.
Mihael felt his heart go cold.
He was only a child, but he knew what that tank meant. It meant that no one, not even he and his friend, were safe. He grabbed the smaller boy's hand and ran back into the house.
It was November 8th, 1938.
Mail had tears in his emerald eyes, as he struggled not to cry. He had been told that he to stop practicing his faith, he had to stop being Jewish. He touched his Star of David necklace, tears spilling over. All the other students had turned on him, when they realised he was a jew. The halls rang with the little rhyme that the children had learned from their friends in Hitlerjunge, or Hitler's Youth:
Jew, Jew, ugly mole
Stick your face in a dirty hole
Stick your face in the mustard pot
Someday dirty Jew will rot!
He hated himself. He hated his "kike" face, his "jew" nose, his "zionist" ways. The staff even hurt him, just because he was a jew. In class, their teacher, Herr Byler, asked a question, and though Mail had answered right, Herr Byler claimed he answered wrong. When Mail finally spoke up about it, the teacher went on a rampage about the "Stupid Juden" who thought they were smarter and better than the Ayran race. Herr Byler made a point of publicly punishing him, smacking him across his skinny rump with a ruler, rasing pitiful cries out of the frail boy. When he returned to his seat, whimpering and rubbing his bum, Herr Byler made a point in looking to Mihael. "Mihael, would you like to say something?" he asked the red faced blonde.
Mihael only replied, "Lass mich aus dem Speil. I want no part in it," through gritted teeth.
Mail ran to his room, his loud sobs echoing through the empty hallways. Mihael came in to comfort his friend, only to see that the earlier punishment was harder than anyone would've guessed. Mihael rested a gentle hand on Mail's back, rubbing it gently.
"Mail..." he tried, his voice sounding thin and strangled.
Mail only wailed,
"Lass mich in Ruhe! Leave me alone!"
How could Mihael understand, when he was one of them?
He was often cornered and beaten by other students. They'd scream at him, "Come on, Jude! Filthy pice of trash!" as they pounded on his thin body. Once, though, Mihael caught them beating on the poor boy. They were kicking and punching him, as Mail feeble cries lifted from the floor.
"Mihael, Mihael, please!" he cried piteously, as their blows fell upon him mercelessly. He ran forward, pushing the kids off of Mail, screaming at them.
"Get the hell off of him, you damn Dumkopfs!" he swore at them.
"So, the perfect Ayran boy is saving a filty jew?" Mihael glared at them hard, his teeth grinding.
"Get the hell out of here before I seriously hurt you. He is not a stupid jew, he's the smartest jew in germany!" The boys retreated, leaving Mail to collapse in the older boy's arms.
"Mihael, why, why me?" he cried into the blonde boy's shoulder. Mihael gently held his friend close.
"It isn't you. It's just...Es geht drunter und druher.....It's just topsy turvy. Just a bunch of Dumkopfs." he said softly. Mail just looked up at Mihael with wide tear-filled eyes.
"But, you're perfect! A perfect German, everyone loves you! All the girls are in love with you, why can't I be like you?" Mihael smacked him across the head.
"Don't say that. I wish I was jewish....I hate Germans. They made you cry." Mail smiled at his friend, his bruised face lighting with his smile.
"You don't hate me for being a jew?" he asked softly. Mihael laughed at him.
"Of course not, silly. I'd love you even if you were green with blue polka dots. Jewish or not, you're my best friend."
Okay so that was chapter one! Clarifications:
1. November 8th was the day after Kristallnacht, thats why the tank was going by where the boys were.
2. The german in here is to the best of mine (and my german teacher's) knowladge to be correct. The translations are italiscised just after the phrase.
3. Mello, naturally by design, was a "Perfect Ayran" with his Blonde hair and Blue eyes.
4. The little Rhyme at the beginning was an actual skiprope song from Hitler's Youth.
Okay, so, Review please :)