Hey you guys! sorry for the late post :P I had writers blokc for Benjmin.
Words ya need to know;
beginnt - begin
morgen - tomorrow
drag - a bore
ankle-biter - child
back seat bingo - a makeout session in a car
Enjoy!
Benjamin
Many didn't know I was German, I looked completely white, the full blond hair blue eyed thing going on. But I was, and I purposely never told anyone, especially since World War II had just ended.
I left for a reason.
I kicked a small pebble on the pavement as me and my younger sister, Angelika, walked away from the large factory, wiping off soot. Angelika began coughing from all the soot and I patted her back. Angelika had asthma, she wasn't supposed to be around smoke. But it was our only way to get money, as young kids.
"Mommy said we'll... beginnt school morgen." Angelika said, switching out of German and english. I tried to teach her as much english as possible so they wouldn't find out.
"You ready?" I asked. Angelika nodded, her blonde pigtails swaying. We entered our home to see mom cooking over the oven, sweating. Her tired dull eyes looked at us.
"Did you get the jobs?" We nodded.
"A boy named James is going to teach us tomorrow after school." I explained. Mom gave us a wary smile,and we went up to our rooms. I entered and took off my large coat. I opened my curtains for light, but my eyes grew fearful as I stared at it.
No.
Months of torture, I thought they were gone, but as I looked at the two words scribbled on my window, they were all coming back. And as I covered it up and sat in the corner of my room, the words flashed in my mind.
Leave Nazis.
Michelle
"I'm nervous momma." I mumbled as my mom fixed my new yellow polka-dot dress.
"Just speak when spoken too Michelle." She said back. We got up and walked up the porch of a light blue house. My mom knocked on the door and a woman with red hair opened it.
"You're Mary, right?" The woman asked. My mom nodded.
"Yes, and this is my daughter Michelle." Her eyes flickered to me and I felt nervous. I tended to talk a lot, so I tried to keep my mouth closed. But when it was quiet, I couldn't take it.
"I'm Brenda. How old are you Michelle?"
"Fifteen ma'm." I replied. She nodded.
"Well Mary, let me show you around the house and what and what not to do." Mom followed Brenda towards the kitchen and I trailed behind, mouth agape at how beautiful it was.
"Hello." I practically jumped and turned to see a girl my age who looked like Brenda with the same hair, but green eyes, was standing behind me. I looked around to see if she was talking to anyone else.
"Um...hi." I said nervously.
"You're our help right? I'm Lisa. Brenda's my mother." She said.
"I'm Michelle. Yes, I'm your help." I said.
"Well, you wanna see my room?" I bit my lip.
"Um, I can't really...and I don't even know you-"
"You do know. C'mon Michelle." Lisa tugged me to her bedroom and I entered, shocked by how big it was. It was pink and white, a poster of Elvis with hearts drawn on it slapped on her wall.
"I really shouldn't be here Lisa-"
"Stop being such a drag. C'mon, I just got this new Elvis record. Wanna hear?" she popped in the disc.
After a while, we were talking like we knew eachother for years.
"And so I told Bradley, 'Your such an ankle-biter! Who'd have a back seat bingo with you?" I giggled at Lisa's story, before the door burst open.
"Lisa! What are you doing! I told you not to talk to them or leave your room!" Brenda schreeched.
"I'm sorry momma I just-" Lisa was cut off.
"No. Mary, get your daughter out of my daughter's room or your fired!" My mom hurrily pulled me out of Lisa's room, and after out of the house. In tears I tried to speak to my mother who was giving me the 'I've never been so ashamed' look.
"Momma, I'm so sorry I didn't kno-"
"Please be quiet Michelle. Just one thing, and you can't do it." And tears streaming down my face, I walked home.
Awwwww, poor Benjamin(Gazzy) and Michelle(Nudge)! See ya next with our last two POVs of this story; Arthur and Angelika!
Question; Should I add Nazzy and Arangel? *shrug* It honestly matters on you guys.
~ Jamie