Sorry it took so long to update but school started and I had soo much homework (stupid AP and OCAAD!) but anyway I found another story a few weeks ago that was about the holocaust but it was deleted awhile ago I assume if you can find it please tell me I loved that story.

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Almost instinctively, I grabbed the box and slammed the door shut in one quick second. My heart was pounding, thoughts of the Nazi's coming for us began to race through my head but I immediately shook those thoughts away just as soon as they came. I was being stupid; we did not do anything wrong so why would they be coming here.

"Bella, don't close the doors so violently, what will the neighbors think?"

"Sorry mother" I mumbled not fully awake from my trance.

"Are you alright . . . . You seem to be a bit stressed."

I hated it when my parents asked me if I was all right, it was the one question in the entire world, next to what is your favorite color that I hated to be asked. Because no matter how you answer the person will still think there's something wrong.

"Of course I am. I think I'm just a little tired from the train . . . so err . . . I think I'll go finish up my room."

"Try and clean up a little around too, Mrs. Cullen's son will be here to help set up your bed and I don't want him to have to trouble with boxes and paper around."

I was already rushing to my room when I heard her calling this to me. I decided to put away my clothing first since that would be the easiest and I did not want anyone seeing my undergarments. As I was unpacking, my mind drifted to the Nazi I had seen. Why was he here? There was no knock on the door so obviously he was not here for us. Could it have been my imagination? I did not think so, if I was ever going to imagine a Nazi I am sure it would be a big scary person with scars and an insane look in his eyes. I laughed a little just picturing it. Then my thoughts went back to the other Nazi, though I did not get a good look at him I could tell he was not much older then I was, probably the same age. I noticed that his face seemed empty maybe even sad. 'I wonder why?'

"Bella! Come here please!"

Once again, my thoughts were interrupted by my mother's voice. Before going over to the living area I looked over my room making sure anything embarrassing was put away, then rushed to my mother.

"Yes mother what is i-"

My voice along with the rest of my body froze. I stared; shocked that the boy I saw in my house was the same one I saw in the hallway.

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(EPOV)

On my way home, everything seemed so surreal I hardly noticed the people on the street either staring or trying to move out of my way. All of a sudden, I heard a loud bang in front of me. I snapped out of my trance and looked around. "How did I get here?" Somehow, I had managed to get into my apartment building I did not even remember walking up the stairs. "Strange, where did that sound come from?" As soon as I walked through the door, I instantly rushed to my room to change. Normally I would not be so rude and greet my mother first but I assumed it would be best for her not to see me in this . . . state of dress. As soon as I had finished changing, I followed a pleasant smell into the kitchen.

"Oh, hello Edward will you give me a hand with this tray? It's a bit heavy." I went over to help her with the Franzoesisches Pfeffersteak when I noticed that she was making several other dishes such as "Winzerpfanne" Geschnetzeltes Vom Kalb, Beef Rouladen, "Jaegerschnitzel" Winzer Stube, and my personal favorite Chicken Spaetzle.

"May I ask why it seems as if you're making a dinner for 70 instead of 2?"

She gave a slight chuckle as she started seasoning the "Winzerpfanne" Geschnetzeltes Vom Kalb, "Well, I'm preparing a welcome dinner for the new neighbors. I already went over there today to offer them some help, do you mind? Since I figured they didn't have much help moving heavy furniture since they just moved from Poland."

"Don't worry about it die Oberin. I'll go there now."

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"Your must be Edward Cullen?" The mother greeted me with a very warm and enthusiastic smile, her German was a bit shaky but I was already expecting this since they were new to the country. "How very nice to meet you Edward, my name is Renee łabędź, thank you so much for coming to help."

"Please think nothing of it." I spoke slowly as I could with out offending her. She smiled and nodded as a sign of approval and turned her head behind her shouting into the other room.

"Bella, przyjść tutaj!"

I assumed she was speaking in Polish when a girl appeared in the doorway.

"tak czego jest on-"

She had not noticed me at first, but when she did, her face twisted into a confused or shocked look. "Hopefully I did not render her speechless." I immediately mentally kicked myself for having such a vain thought, but it is not as if it did not happen often.

"Bella?"

She snapped out of her stare at the sound of her mother calling her name. She then spoke to her mother again in Polish and then turned to me in a much less confused look though she still appeared to be slightly unsettled.

"Edward this is my daughter Bella. She will show you to her room so you can help set up her bed."

Mrs. Łabędź turned her head and motioned for her daughter to lead me to her bedroom. As we walked through the halls, she seemed to be very uncomfortable. She walked in an almost unnoticeably rapid pace as though she were a helpless rabbit being stocked by a fox. I wondered what made her think I was dangerous. I was also surprised that she had not tripped over one of the boxes in the hallway until she suddenly slipped and slammed on the wooden floor.

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(BPOV)

I blushed for a moment thinking about how stupid I was for tripping all over myself. I there was ever a time for my "gracefulness" to show it had to be right now. I did not mean to walk so fast but the fact that there was a Nazi walking right behind me did make me feel a little uneasy. I felt a hand grab my shoulders to help me up from my fall.

"Are you alright?" I looked up to see that he had a small smile on his face this infuriated me a little.

"I'm fine." I unintentionally snapped at him, unfortunately that made his smile grow slightly wider. 'Sadist.' I turned and continued to walk to my room though being more cautious of the boxes. When we did finally reach my room, I pointed to the pile of dismantled pieces on the floor and he started to put them together. Normally my dad would do this but he and mother were too busy putting together furniture that is more important. I started putting away boxes, glancing over every now and then at the strange boy in my room. He seemed extremely focused on what he was doing as if purposely trying to avoid looking my way.

(A/N at this point I hit a huge writers block so I asked my friend to winthrow to help me I put the paragraph he wrote in italic)I went back to putting the boxes away, trying to avoid looking at him. It was pointless, I couldn't help but throw furtive glances at him from time to time and each time he never looked up from his work. I felt myself smile when I noticed him getting slightly frustrated, he had two pieces in his hand and seemed as if he wanted to stop what he was doing and punch something. Deciding that his frustration had lasted long enough, I bent down next to him to help.

"Let me see instruction please."

Unfortunately, my voice came out shaky since I still was not at all confident in my German. He gave me a slight relieved look and handed the instructions to me. I could not help but smile when I realized the instructions were in Polish. 'Why didn't he say anything?'

"Why not I read and you build?"

"Sounds like a very good idea."

As I read to him, I could not stop looking at him in between glances. He looked so beautiful and focused on every word I said but at the same time so distant as if he was in an entire different world. 'Just like in the hallway, is something wrong?'

"What?"

'Did I just say that out loud?' I did not say anything for a moment since I was just as shocked as he was that I had asked such a personal question.

"I am sorry. You look sad. . . . Are you okay?"

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(EPOV)

I was a little surprised that she had really noticed there was something wrong. I thought I was doing fairly well hiding it. I looked at her closely for some reason I wanted to tell her but at the same time did not. For the past two days I had been holding in all my frustration and anger, I had no say in what I could do and no one asked, figuring it was best not to ask, how I felt about it. Nor did I tell anyone because what good would it be since I could not do anything. She opened her mouth before I could speak

"You do not need to say. . . But I hope you okay later."

I gave her a smile; though the sentence was simple, it did help a lot with my stress. I noticed when I looked at her face she didn't seem so afraid anymore but more pitying 'though what made her afraid of me in the first place is still a mystery.'

"Thank you I hope you do well with whatever is bothering you too."

She looked utterly dumbstruck at this, but I had to find out why she was so tense when I walked in. Guessing it would be best to explain myself a bit, since I admit I was being very forward, I spoke first

"When I first walked in you seemed very afraid of something, and now I'm hoping that whatever made you afraid will go away." I spoke with simple words only because I assumed, from the way she talked, that her German was not very good also. She smiled a little, as if she knew a secret that no one else did.

"Now I hope it doesn't." It was a very blunt statement and before I could respond, heard Mrs. Łabędź calling us from the dining area.

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Translations!

die Oberin.- dear mother

"Bella, przyjść tutaj!"- bella come her please!

Łabędź- Swan

I'll try to update faster but what really got me was the number of hits I have now OO like 1398 I think