Riley's POV

Morning at the Matthews Apartment

As I finish combing my hair I stare at my self in the mirror. I wish I were pretty as my mom. Her hair always seems to fall in the right places and the right time.

"Riley, breakfast." My mom calls from downstairs.

"Morning losers." I hear Maya say as she walks in the apartment.

I walk down the stairs. I noticed that my dad wasn't there

"Where's dad?" I asked.

"He went into work early today." Mom said. "Maya breakfast."

"No thanks Mrs. Matthews."

"That wasn't a question Maya."

Morning at School

As we walked into school I noticed that Lucas was talking to Farkle right outside of our English class. He seems distracted by something. I wonder what that is.

"Looking at Ranger Rick there?" Maya asked

"Why would I? I was just looking at my dad's classroom." I respond

"Sure you were." Maya said

I rolled my eyes at that. We grab our History stuff from our lockers.

As we walked in the classroom my dad has a serious look on his face. My dad may be an adult but he is never serious. And I mean never.

"Dad, are you okay?" I asked.

"Um? Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just fine." He responded.

Maya and I give each other a quick glance. She shrugged her shoulders. I do the same in response.

Class Starts

"Today we are going to discuss a serious topic. The Holocaust and prejudice." My dad said.

"Oh common Mr. Matthews. No one does those kinds of things anymore. Why do we have to discuss it?" Maya asked.

"Oh it still exists, Maya. When I was in sixth grade I thought the same thing. My older brother, Eric was dating an Asian girl. She was really smart and kind. When they were at the mall, she was called a mean name because of her culture. This made her so upset that when they came back home she started crying. She was crying because prejudice still exists today." My dad said.

"The Holocaust was the same thing but more serious." My dad continued. "Over millions of men, women, and children were killed because they were Jewish. They were killed because they believed in something different than what most people believed in."

"May I over step my bounds sir." Farkle asked.

"Sure?"

"My mom is part Polish. Which means that that was one of the places Hitler attacked. She told me a story that happened when she was living there. When she was at school they had a lock down. Someone had put a bomb in the school. My mom's best friend had an idea to escape the building as quickly as possible. Sadly she was the last person out of the building, so the bomb affected her. She is still alive today but doesn't remember much. She doesn't remember that my mom was her best friend. She doesn't remember that her parents and siblings are her nurses and doctors she just thinks that they are nice and friendly people helping her. Whenever my mom visits her she can't stop herself from crying because her best friend doesn't know who she is or where she came from. That bomb was a warning about Hitler's plan. "

Maya and I exchanged a glance. I knew what she was thinking. That would be like one of us not remembering the other. I guess this is why my dad came here early today and why he was being serious.

Farkle went back to his desk and my dad when back to his. My dad started handing us books while saying "Now for tonight's assignment read the first 3 chapters then write an essay on how this book would apply to you."

I looked at the book. The titled read 'The Diary Of Anne Frank'.