WARNING: I do not recommend that you read this if you are young, or you have never learned about the Nazi regime. If you are wishing to learn more about it, feel free to ask me, or read this. But it was your choice. Some facts said in this story are true, like the date that is stated. But characters and everything else are fictional.
Rate: PG - 13
Genre: Romance, Action, Adventure

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It was May 10, 1940. Aaron and his girlfriend, Abigail, were walking around the Houtenstraat. The boy, Aaron, was a Dutch boy with the features of any regular Dutch kid. Abigail, however, did not look Jewish, as she was. She had golden blonde hair and light brown eyes. Her nose was not very narrow, and she dressed like any other German woman would. If she were to tell you she was a Jew, you would not believe it.

The couple was walking down the Houtenstraat. It was about evening and all around them there were people rushing, trying to get home in time for dinner. Then, there were the others who just strolled the Houtenstraat pointlessly. There were also the homeless, begging for money, people walking their dogs, people performing different types of talents (Aaron saw one who was eating worms), and people who were just having a good time with the rest of their family. The air was filled with fog and the ground was covered in dew, as though it was going to rain, and he wouldn't be surprised if it did. Aaron could smell exhaust coming from cars whizzing by, the smell of cigarettes and cigars, and the distant scent of dinner being served. Aaron could hear cars, the bell ringing when people entered stores, and the loud chatter of different people. Everything was so homely, so inviting, and so nice. Aaron loved Holland.

Abigail was chattering endlessly. Aaron walked, squeezing her hand tightly as she continued to talk. "And I was really annoyed..." Would this ever end? Aaron loved Abigail, and he was sure that shhe loved him to, but honestly, he couldn't care less about her being annoyed with her friends. Aaron frantically looked around, searching for a change of topic.The Houtenstraat was always so lively, but in the past ten minutes the street had fully cleared out. Why hadn't he noticed the dying of voices and music. Everything seemed so... Deserted.

A little way ahead there was a bench next to a newspaper stand. Aaron grabbed Abigail's hand and -ignoring her rude comments- pulled her towards the bench to sit down.
"Aye, you kids are real brave sittin' out 'ere, aren't yeh?" Said the man at the newspaper stand.
"Well, sir, we don't understand what you're saying,"replied Abigail.
"What! Where've yeh been for teh past 30 minutes! Why'd yeh think ev'rybody was runnin' round fer?! Look!" And with that, the man threw a newspaper at them and scurried of like a scared mouse.
"What a guy. Well, let's see... Clown gets shot... Oh look, Adolf Hitler and his Nazis have taken over Poland, and has threatened Holland... Prime Minister says there will not be war... Nazis supposedly headed for Belgium... WHAT?" Aaron read aloud. The Nazis were headed for Belgium, Germany! Nazis were bad, bad people. He had heard rumors about Nazis taking Jewish people to special camps. They had been referred to as 'Extermination Camps', 'Detention Camps', and 'Concentration Camps'. And from what Aaron had heard, they weren't your average camp-fire, song singing camp. There would definitely be a fire, except that you would be in it.
"Abigail... I think we should get to my house.. Quickly."

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Here's a little glossary if you're confused by some of the terms used.
Houtenstraat - The name of a street I made up
Nazis - an army/huge group of people who believed that Jews were scum-like
Concentration Camps - SPOILER: I will go more in-depth about this place as the story continues. All you need to know now is that it was a VERY horrible place.

Side note: I wish for you all to remember the people who lost their lives for no reason during the Nazi Regime. It was a very sad time. You can't possibly imagine how badly the Jews were treated. Have you ever been bullied? Think about that, just 1000x more serious. Have you ever been gassed to death(not by farts) by a bully? Obviously not, if you're reading this. Just try to remember all this when you read this series.