Gretel studied her maps, the pins gleamed in the light filtering in from the window. Humming she looked down at the newspaper, which detailed the army's movements. Smirking she moved one of the pins deeper into enemy territory, they would win, of that she was sure. Germany was superior, none could stand against its wrath! She frowned as she had to replace one of the cheery red pins with a sullen blue, the thrice darned North Americans had captured one of the troops! Her fingers fumbled as she tried to move another pin and it fell to the floor. bendding down she spotted it rolling, it stopped a couple feet away from her dolls. Grabbing it she looked at them, they had fallen into disarray as she had begun to neglect them in favor of her maps. She turned around, tensing as she heard the floorboards creak, she crept closer to partially-open door, looking through the crack she saw... her brother. Bruno, the nine-year old annoyance of her life, ever intent on getting in her way, bothering her, and over-all being a nuiscence; though he wasn't so bad as before they came Auschwitz she mused watching him try to be stealthy as he walked down the stairs. She closed the door as his head dissappeared down the stairs, he was going to get a snack undoubtedly. Gretel turned back to her dolls, picking up one of the ones in the back; well remembered was the day that she had recieved her.
Gretel glared bitterly at Bruno, having yet to forgive him for breaking her favorite doll the day before.
"Gr-Gretel," he said hesitantly,
"What?" she snapped as he approached her. He was looking at her as if half-expecting her to bite his head off;
"I-I got you something... I'm, I'm sorry for breaking your doll yesterday..." He trailed off and brought a not-quite-big-yet-not-quite-small box from behind him. He held it up to her, a silent plea for forgiveness visible in his eyes. Her stance lost some of it's tensness at his appology, she might as well give him a chance. She took the box and opened it, inside was a blonde doll with big, sky-blue eyes and a matching dress; it was the doll she had confided to him that she would love to own. She fingered a golden ringlet before putting the doll- and the box- down and flinging on to him in a hug. He squirmed, attempting to escape from her grip,
"Thank you!" She cried happily.
Gretel pursed her lips, Bruno was a better brother than she gave him credit for. Placing the doll on the shelf she straightened the others, they we sorted by color, creating a rainbow of sorts on the shelf.
"Gretel!" Mother said from the doorway of the oblivious girl's room....