Chapter 2

I am so so happy with the great responses the debut chapter of this story has gotten! It makes me so so happy! I hope you like the next instalment.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or the boy in the striped pyjamas.

When driving to my new home, Germany felt less and less like the Germany I had once known and loved. The trees weren't as green, there were less birds singing songs of joy, the skies went from a beautiful blue to a mournful grey. I really didn't like this new home, at. all, and we haven't even been in the house yet. After what felt like a never ending car journey, we finally pulled up at our new home. The home followed suit with the mournful greys and the lacking of green on the trees. The building that I now have to call home had no character whatsoever. If it was a character in a play, it wouldn't be a happy one at all. The first thing I noticed that was different was the gate. My home in Berlin was a beautiful grand bronze gate, with an intricate design on it and the family crest. This was a standard, grey metal gate, almost like a barbed wire, with two stern and serious soldiers stood there waiting to open it. Something else that alarmed me was a truck that passed us, which I'm pretty sure I'd seen with sheep in before back Berlin. This truck however was filled with people, pale, forlorn looking people, all wearing grubby clothes, that looked like pyjamas! It was all so weird. They looked so sad.

Once we finally got inside our new home, I was a little disappointed to say the least. Like the front of the building, the inside had no character. No captivating paintings on the wall, no soft red carpets on the floor. I just stood there, speechless, but not in the good way.

"Go on children, go pick out your new rooms." My mum instructed, in a friendly manner. I wasn't sure where my dad was at this point, he quickly went off with some soldiers and found himself an office.
Myself and Rachel headed upstairs to find our new rooms. I picked out the second one I found; Rachel had already selected the first one. Ah well. When I went in my new room, nothing struck me at first. It was a room, at the end of the day, with a bed, a chest of drawers and a chair. One thing my room did have however was a nice window. I used the chair I had and took a look out of said window. I didn't see much at first, just dark green grass and a few horses. I looked further and saw a strange looking establishment. I wasn't really sure what it was, it looked like a farm. There were people working on this 'farm', I think I even saw some children! How amazing! I won't be friendless after all. I must remember to ask someone what this strange place was.

As if she read my mind, our housekeeper, Miss Emma came in with my clothes. Miss Emma was a lovely lady; she had really pretty ginger hair and always wore lovely clothes. She's always been so nice to me, she's like my auntie.
"Hello there Blaine! Don't mind me; I'm just here to pop your clothes in the wardrobe. How do you like your new room then?" she asked me.

"It's ok I suppose." I replied with a little shrug of my shoulders. I took a short pause. "Emma? What is that building over there? Is it a farm? There are children in there! Do you think I'd be able to play with them?" I continued. Emma stopped organising my clothes and took a look out of the window. She quietly gasped, I'm not sure why though.

"I'm not really sure what that place is Blaine, but we'll have to check with your mum and dad before you go exploring over there, just to be safe. Hang out in the house for a while; maybe see if your sister wants to play with you!" Miss Emma replied to me.

I took Miss Emma's advice, and my chessboard and went to find my older sister, who was doing some drawing.

"Hi Rachel!" I said quite keenly, but I was a little hesitant. "Fancy a game of chess?"

"What? Since when have we played together?" Rachel snapped at me. What's her problem?

"I just thought….ok then. Bye." I replied and headed downstairs.

I headed into the kitchen, and found my mum sorting things. Sat in the back corner, strangely enough was one of these sad, forlorn looking people I had seen when first arriving. He was sat on a wooden box, hunched over, peeling potatoes. I wasn't really sure what to think, I edged slightly further away and closer to my mother. In a slightly hushed tone, I asked: "Mum…what is that farm place over there? Can I go and play there? There are children!"

She took a look over, and like Miss Emma, quietly gasped. I really don't know what is so shocking about this place.

"I don't think that's a good idea Blaine. The people in that farm aren't like us. You are too little to understand it all. If you're bored, you can sit in the sitting room with me and read one of your books." My mother suggested. I sighed and headed to the sitting room.

I sat and read with my mother for 3 days straight, it felt like 3 years though, it was so boring. Sam, Marley and Tina were probably playing tag or hide and seek and I was stuck indoors with nothing really that interesting to do. After the third day, I really couldn't take it anymore and took to the outdoors for a little bit of exploring. I was just about to head to the back gate when my mother saw me through the front window.

"Blaine! Where are you going?" she exclaimed, with concern.

"Exploring! It's boring indoors with you, no offence." I replied.

"I said you can't go there, it's dangerous, come inside!" she instructed.

As I was heading inside, I saw Rachel talking to some army man. Her face looked really different, like it was glowing, at least she was happy. Maybe this army man can help me.

"Excuse me, mister um, um…" I hesitantly asked.

"I'm Jesse, little boy. How can I help you?" he asked me, he seemed nice.

"I want a tyre." I questioned.

"What would you want a tyre for, silly? You can't drive!" Rachel inputted to the conversation.

"I want to make a swing. I have nothing to do, mum won't let me explore round the back!" I explained.

Jesse paused for a second and then shouted to a figure tending to the gardens. It was the potato man from earlier.

"You! Come here! Now!" Jesse shouted loudly and forcefully. The potato man came over as fast as he could.

"Take this young man to the shed and get him a tyre. Carry it where he wants and then get back to your work. Do you understand?" Jesse ordered. The potato man nodded.

I followed him to the shed.

"Excuse me, what is your name?" I politely asked.

"Hans. My name is Hans." He replied.

"Thank you for doing this for me Hans." I thanked him.

"It's fine. It's a complete world better than in the camp." He explained.

"Camp? What camp?" I asked. He didn't answer because he then said: "is this ok?" He rolled out a tyre. I nodded.

Hans helped me build a swing. It was the most fun I had in ages. Whilst swinging, I saw my mother and father arguing, I have no idea what about though. There is so much mystery here it is crazy.

Well that's chapter 2! Hope you liked it. Chapter 3 should hopefully be coming soon. Thanks again for reading, reviewing, favouriting, following, all that lovely stuff. If you like, follow me on twitter: odellcriss.