Please ignore some grammatical errors. I'm not an expert. Enjoy chapter 3! :)

"Liesel. Wake up now. Saumensch. We have a busy day."

Downstairs there was no accordion playing, but still a smiling Hans.

"Hallo, your majesty."

Liesel smiled back at her papa. "Morning papa."

He was still the same papa, but coming back from the war he was thinner, and he couldn't play the accordion for too long before his hands would start to hurt.

"Liesel you have four deliveries to do."

After the loss of employment from the mayor and his wife Rosa business wasn't doing too well. The only thing she could do was lower the price- not by much, but enough to hopefully attract some wealthy families. It worked. By the end of a month Rosa now had 3 new families hiring her self-employed business.

Liesel starred with dread at the 2 big baskets containing two smaller baskets awaiting her. "But mama- that's too much-"

"Oh stop whining you little dummkopf."

Hans interfered, "she right Rosa, she's only one child, even I will have trouble carrying that and for a long time too. Ah... My hands would hurt like hell." Hans was playing the sympathy card for her and Liesel knew it. She looked at him. Thank you papa. He winked at her.

"Oh alright. I will deliver two and Liesel the other," her mama gave in defeated, and handed Liesel one of the big baskets.

Liesel was given the deliveries for the Hartmanns and the Hertz - one of the new families Liesel had not yet delivered for.

"Deliver the bottom basket to the Hertz family at 13 Berge Avenue." Her mama wrote the address down on Liesel hand knowing she was likely to forget. "Berge Avenue is on the last private turn on the left before the Mayor's house. Got it. Come straight home. With every coin! You'll get a wooden spoon up your bum, if you don't."

Liesel set off. "Remember your manners saumensch! I don't want them thinking I raised a little scheisse!" Rosa yelled.

There was an intense game of soccer going on at Himmel Street. Cheers, dummkopfs, and questions of what Tommy Muller was doing were flying around the soccer grounds. Rudy was amongst them them. He looked fully concentrated and frustrated. Tommy Muller was on his team. "Muller, what game are you playing?!" It's sad but true, you had a better chance getting struck by Rosa until your ass fell off than the team with Tommy Muller winning.

Liesel walked on with the basket firm between both hands. She did not want to take Rudy away from his game to accompany her doing errands. She would have preferred he'd come but she didn't want to make him feel obliged to.

She first delivered to Mrs Hartmann, who was slightly richer than the normal person and slightly poorer than the rich person. And who especially did not like to get down on her knees to do some washing. When Rosa Hubermann lowed her washing price, Judie Hartmann was sold.

Liesel did not know where Berge Avenue was but she thought if she followed her normal path to the mayor's house and just kept an eye for any turns she would find her way.

It was a sunny day. The sky was blue, blue with light bits of whisky clouds here and there. The birds chirped. The trees were still. It was nice and peaceful. And Liesel was at serenity with it all.

The boy who Liesel couldn't get to piss off.

Until that was interrupted.

They meet with one boy, a ball, and one kick that impacted too hard. "Hey watch out!"

It was not that Liesel could not stop a ball whilst holding a big basket it was suddenly being torn from the calmness by a crazy boy running at her. Her basket fell from her grasp and Liesel dived down dropping on her knees using her hands to prevent the clothes from spilling out. Mama would kill her if the clothes got dirty.

"Ahh. You dummkopf! Look what you made me do!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's my fault. Here let me help you," the boy held out a hand, which Liesel hesitantly took.

Liesel stood up and what at eye level with the boy. He had chocolate curly locks, and green eyes with a brown hue. It was usual, very pretty, Liesel thought enviously.

She noticed they were still holding hands so she let go expecting him to do the same. He didn't. "Ahem."

"Oh." he caught on.

"You should probably watch where you kick your ball," she told him before starting to walk away.

"Wait," she heard. What does that dummkopf want? Maybe ignoring him was the way to go.

"Hallooo. Girl. Girl with the basket! Please wait."

The boy caught up with Liesel. "What?"

"I'm sorry that you fell."

"You already said sorry." She replied in a monotone.

"I wanted to do it again." "What are you doing?"

Looking at the boy he seemed to be Liesel age or close so she felt like she didn't have to be polite.

"It's none of your business. But, if you must know I'm running errands."

"What type of errands?"

"One that involves the basket of clothes I'm holding."

They continued to walk.

"Hey, are you following me."

"What...no…"

TRUTH

He was. Obviously.

Liesel stepped to the side and the boy mimicked.

This boy was kinda annoying, Liesel thought. His I-told-you-so tone, the following, and the way he made it seem like she decided she would fall, instead of him and his stupid ball.

"Well, since it seems we are coincidentally walking the same path mind if I have your name."

"Mizzi. Sommers."

"Really?! That's my cousins name!"

"Really?!" Maybe her fake name wasn't such a brilliant idea. Mizzi was just some stupid girl in her class who probably had eyes for Rudy.

"No." "That's not really your name now is it? Well, since you won't tell me yours. I won't tell you mine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

"First you're following me, now you're copying me. Piss Off!" She said with as much flare as she could. Rosa Hubermann definitely raised this child.

The boy twitched, stunned a bit. Then the widest grin broke on his face.

What was wrong with him?

Just ignore him. There's something's clearly wrong with him.

Ignore him.

Ignore him.

Liesel noticed a post. Berge Avenue. She turned. As did he.

Ignore him.

"This is my neighborhood."

Oh. Great.

"What number are you looking for?"

Good thing Rosa wrote it down on her hand or she would be screwed. But her hands were fixed around the basket. "Will you look at my hand." He looked confused but didn't question her.

"Oh. I know where place is. Follow me."

He picked up his pace so she had to aswell. She had been carrying the basket close to 20 minutes now. Her forearms were slightly aching. They would hurt more later though.

They came across a tall 2 storey victorian house with venetian blinds.

"Wow. Look at this place. These people must be never go hungry!"

"I guess…"

The boy whose name remained a mystery rang the doorbell.

Footsteps were heard.

Liesel was taken back a little bit. She half expected a old woman. A man with black hair and a single white streak opened the door. Despite his aging face his youthful charm was still evident. He must have been handsome in his younger years. Liesel wondered why he wasn't at war, most fit men were there."Hello." He smiled at the boy and his companion.

"Hi-"

Liesel was about to speak, until no name interrupted.

"Hello sir. This girl is here to come with clothes that you ordered washed...I'm sure no one will notice the stains she tried to wipe off with saliva after she dropped the basket on horse crap."

It took Liesel a while to register what the boy had said."What? I did not!" Liesel was horrified! "No sir, he's Lying! I did not do such a thing!" How could he lie so blatantly in front of her to the man. Was he trying to sabotage her mama's business.

"But she did! I saw her."

"Stop lying!" Totally agitated and mortified. When we get out of here, she thought, I will beat the crap out of him like I did to Ludwig Schmeikl once.

"Perhaps you should hire a different business."

"Stop it. Stop it. Please he's lying," she turned to the man, desperate to convey her innocence. If she lost this customer mama would surely cut her head off, maybe disown her, starve her, or worse - make her eat a whole pot of pea soup.

The man who had been silent laughed warmly, "That's enough, now Gollo. You're beginning to scare her. Sorry about him, he's a bit of a pain and not very good at making jokes that makes girls laugh.

"Hey!"

Needless to say Liesel was lost. "Y-you know each other?"

"Why yes, he's my son. And I'm guessing he played you. Again sorry about that. I'm Lukas Hertz by the way and you are...?"

She looked at the boy revealed as Gollo. Anger and humiliation filled her.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," Gollo replied whilst trying to look innocent. He played her, he played her like a fool. No wonder he was so eager to get to the house. His house.

"Excuse me, are you... Rosa Hubermann?"

"No sir, she's my mama. I'm Liesel. Liesel Meminger."

"That makes sense. Are you helping her out? That's nice. Gollo here could learn a thing or two from you."

He smiled at her causing her to notice his sharp yet kind features.

"Let me just fetch the money, dear."

She faced the boy. "It was a joke!"

"Well I didn't find it funny," she said crossly.

"That's alright. I found it hilarious. Genius wasn't I." "And we both found out the each other's names."

"You Hündin. You bitch."

The boy let out a big laugh.

She looked at him directly in the eyes trying to make him uncomfortable. To her dismay he smiled. A heart melting smile that would probably cause the girls in her homeroom to giggle and whisper to each other - especially Mizzi. Urgh! How could she think this, he was such a double ass for making her think he was trying to get rid of her mama's customer.

"You're hot when you're crossed," he smirked.

Liesel did not know how to respond. She was preparing herself to threaten him or something along those lines. Instead, she was left with no comeback.

His faced dropped. "Your knee, Liesel."

She looked down. Her right knee was swollen and bleeding with tiny bits of gravel.

"You must have done that when you tackled the ground."

All of a sudden her knees felt weak.