Chapter Two-By Natasha

I sighed at my work, frustrated. I needed to take a break and get away from this madness. I stepped out of my chair and headed for the kitchen. I looked though the cupboards checking on all the food, I wasn't hungry, I hadn't been for some time now. I just liked to look at it all, just make sure it was there. I'm not anorexic. At lest, I don't try to be, its just that food no longer appeals to me, every once in a while I'll eat out of need, but I never seem to have a "crave" for it.

I walked over to the kitchen table and sighed. I looked back at the open cupboards, the ones I had been too lazy to close and sighed again. I saw some of my orange and ginger tea, something to worm my belly wasn't a bad idea. I walked, well more like lazily stumbled, not a very graceful and lady like gesture on my part, I apologize, over to the stove. Taking out the metal pot from its place on the stove-top I filled it with water from the sink next to it. I turned on the gas and a flam erupted higher then normal. I realized that mom must have left the gas on when she made her coffee this morning.

I gasped and coughed. Teas welled in my eyes as I felt the flames licking my fingers. I dropped the pot. The smell of bad ham filled my nostrils, I then realized that it was the smell of burned flesh.

My own flesh.

I gasped and looked down at the small water blisters that were now forming and popping though my skin. I ground my teeth to keep the tears from falling. Standing up I turned off the stove and walked to the small bath room that me and my mother shared. Her stuff lined the counter. Her night dress on the floor, and a puddle of water from where she had gotten out of the shower lay next to it.

I stepped around the things and I opened the dresser drawer that lay on the other side of the claw footed tub. I felt thought it being too short to be able to look inside. I pulled out a tube of something and looked at it.

It was the stuff my mom would use for her acne when we where in Vienna. It was all in German, I couldn't remember if it was ok on burns or not.

"Heilend" was the company's name, the translation was "healing".

"Für trockene Haut-, gebrochene, geriebenehaut und Major oder Minderjährigen brennt das Heilend."

"For severely dry skin, cracked, chafed skin and major or minor burns for healing" I translated. Quickly I slathered the ointment onto my hand. I sighed as it soothed, and I got back to my work.

I sat down and looked at the computer. And I began to finish my essay.

The Holocaust:

Meaning:

"Death by fire, or sacrifice by flame."

Holo- to burn Caust-whole

Holocaust- to burn whole.

Holocaust: The genocide of European Jews and others by the Nazis during World War II

"I should really lurn more about my hearitege." I sighed. "Not that I'm proud of it."

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"JAP!"

I closed my eyes, trying to ignoring the constant insults, I found it aggravating I got the most insults in my church, where people where suppose to be the most accepting.

"Jewish idiot!"

"Just stay calm, don't let them see it doesn't other you, and they'll leave you alone." I whispered to myself.

"Go back to your temple, you don't belong here you JAP!"

"THAT'S IT!" I yelled and jumped on the boy, I punched him in the face, amazingly, and he didn't hit me back. "YOU STUPID, STUCK UP, WHITE BREAD, IGNORANT –"


"Natasha, I'm sorry, stop, please?"

"YOU KNOW MY NAME? I screamed at him "YOU KNOW MY NAME, BUT YOU DON'T BOTHER USING IT? WHAT KIND OF A JERK ARE YOU?"

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I looked back to my work and wnt to to make sure that I was right. And I was.

As I was about to shut it down, my hand started to itch I looked down to see blood forming under the blisters.

"What in the world?" I asked my self and went to look at the liniment I had applied to it.

"Ingredients, ingredients…" I mumbled. Finally I found it and read the first one.

"Meerespflanze" I read.

I gasped and tried to get it off of my hand as fast as possible. Meerespflanze meant Seaweed in English, and I was very sensitive to it.

I sighed when I had gotten all of the salve off and went back to the computer. When I got there I saw that a pop up had invaded my laptop.

I sighed and went to close it out, but it seemed that my mouse wasn't working so well.

"Does your life suck?" The add questioned.

I tried click it closed again still nothing.

"Damn it Greg." I yelled at my computer. "I swear, if you freeze up on me one more time, I'm getting a MAC!" as if threatening it might work.

"Racism affecting you life?" okay, so what I thought to my self as I waited for Greg, to load, he was probably just timed out and didn't know it yet.

"No longer feeling safe in the world around you? THEN DON'T WASTE ANOUTHER SECANT! CLICK HERE NOW."

I don't know if it was out of boredom, or the fact that I thought that Greg wasn't going to process the information. But I clicked it. And as I did so I felt like something was guiding me, telling me to press the add, guiding my mouse and arm, telling me that it was right.

An amazing thing happened. I felt warmth and I felt heat. I saw a light, so unbelievably bright that I couldn't see properly. I shielded my eyes, and I realized that this was all coming from Greg.

"Great," I said fully closing my eyes. "A new virus."