Simple, plain, easy. Three words that describes my life. It is 1940 and Hitler and his Nazis are in control of the rest of the world. Jews, gypsies and any people who oppose him have all been imprisoned. My father Colonel Markus is head of the higher ranking commodores for Hitler's Nazi army. We live in central Berlin in a house that is the biggest on the street. Ivy tumbles from the roof of the house and flowers cover the garden in all different colours. Maids dash through the gardens and into the front door of the house looking panicked, trying to get where they need to be on time.

"Bella!" Emmett called from the front door.

I looked up from the book that I was reading and brushed my long hazel coloured hair behind my ear. I looked up at Emmett. He is 15 years old and already acts as if he is like our father, bossy, fearless and opinionated. I got up and strolled towards the door looking at the gardener who carefully inserted three more bulbs into my mother's garden. It was her pride and joy; the gossip at any party we went to. Emmett lent against the door looking very smug.

"Any normal 17 year old girl would be out with her friends picking different coloured ribbons for their hair or trying to impress the soldiers. What is the matter with you?"

I ignored this ignorant comment as this was what he said to me 24 hours, 7 days a week. I wasn't like the normal girls that I went to school with. They were all dumb and naïve. The only reason they were in my school was because their dads were politicians or higher ranking soldiers. They thought that money and social class was all that mattered in their lives. They were not like me. I was intelligent, I had my own opinion, yet it couldn't be voiced. I kept myself to myself and tried to be as invisible as I could. It was not as if I was arrogant of my intelligence; far from. I would much rather be as confident and as beautiful as some of those girls. But, I'm not.

I placed my book on the counter in the hallway and stumbled clumsily into the study where my father and mother waited patiently. My father was sat behind his desk looking as proud and as calm as normal. My mother was at his side with her arm gently draped over his shoulder. My mother is so beautiful. She has long brown hair that is tied neatly in a bun. She is tall and slender and presents herself very neatly. But, the one thing that everyone notices is her eyes. They are brown not anything out of the ordinary, but if you look closely at them you feel like you want to jump in and swim in a dark sea that goes on and on for miles. My grandmother always states how I am very lucky as I have inherited her beauty. Yet I don't see it. Emmett wondered in casually as always and closed the door behind him. My mother smiled at me.

"Bella, your father and I have something to tell you."

Oh, I thought. Please say Emmett is being sent away to boarding school; a cruel thought, but it would please me greatly. I looked over at him with a gapping smile sprawled across my face. He smiled a fake one straight back at me. I focused my attention back at my parents who were looking at us.

"Bella…. Emmett, your father has been given a promotion."

I turned around at Emmett who looked bewildered.

"Wow well done dad…. That's really good." I said as encouragingly as I could.

"Thanks Belles, but the thing is I am not only going to be the one who is going to adapt to the change."

Now my facial expression turned more like Emmett's. Absolutely lost.

"Whaa what do you mean?"

"Well…. My new job is taking us to the countryside."

Wow I thought I have already read about the countryside in books, but had never been there. Suddenly out of the blue, Emmett who was standing by the door rushed forwards towards our parents.

"What do you mean the countryside? My life is here. I refuse to come. Are you joking? Hahaha funny joke, now give it up. Good one….. Ok give it up now."

We all looked at him and a smile crossed my face. I chuckled to myself as he raged around, rating with anger. I mean I don't understand what the big deal was about moving anyway. I guess he would be leaving all his friends and the girls that always seemed to bow at his feet, but it wasn't that big of a deal. Emmett was always one for the ladies. 15 years old and he would have had about 7 girlfriends I think. I mean Emmett wasn't beautiful like our mother he was more about masculinity and arrogance like our father. Thinking about it he is my father, but of a different age.

BANG

The slamming of the door and stomping of Emmett's feet awakened me from my day dreaming. I looked over at my father who carried on shifting some papers and my mother looking around drastically in a panic. Emmett was so used to getting his own way. It must have come to a shock to him that for once nobody was giving into his pressure. My mother glided out of the room and swiftly up the stairs to comfort Emmett.

"Bella?" I turned around in the entrance of the study and stared into my father's eyes.

"Are you alright about this move?"

"Sure, I am fine." I said with a smile.

"Good I am happy then." He replied.

I walked casually out of the study closing the great double doors as quietly as I could behind me. I mean what could be so bad about the country. It was not as if I was leaving much here anyway. I didn't really have friends. I mean there was Jessica and Angela, but they were more the girls I hid behind so that I was as invisible as I could be. The whole moving thing was more like an adventure. I mean it is not as if anything good would be here or there.