Dear journal,
Lucy has been acting strange lately I don't know why. She won't talk about her family whenever I ask she says she has to go inside. I know she's lying to me I know it. She should trust me why can't she trust me. She's my best friend, I love her like family or maybe its a different kind love, maybe that's why I care so much. She barely even talks in general now, not even a 'hey'. What happened to us we used to be so close. Now I don't exist I'm just a ghost in her memory but she won't be one in mine.
~ Franz Hubermann
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Written in Memory with Permanent Ink
Historical FictionLucille Engle deustcher was moving with her papa to Germany in the first year of world war two. She looked german through and through bleach blonde hair and sky blue eyes, her only problem; she was a jew. Franz hubermanns father was a nazi how coul...
