The German

Part 1

Lorna's P.O.V

I walk across the farm with a basket in my arms, Heading to the chicken coop. Its 1945 time is still in war. But we are safe, Scotland is nice my dad and I are in the country in a small community I like it here. James and Jake my older brothers are fighting in the war. They aren't safe what so ever but a part of me says that they will be okay .

Honk! Honk! An old dilapidated truck comes rumbling down the small gravel road. Dad comes pounding down the stairs to where I am standing

"Ahh he's here" He says putting his hands on his hips

"Who?" I asked confused. Surely James and Jake aren't back

"They German, He has come from his country to help on the farm" the words fall off his lips like its nothing! My brother and the other eligible men are risking their lives!

A skinny but strong looking boy jumps out the truck with a smile on his face. I was so confused to why he was smiling, Because half of his face. it was burnt. The raw pink flesh covering half his face just going down a little past his chin, not affecting his ear at all.

"hello there I am Chris Anderson and welcome to my farm. You will find that you will have lots to do over the short amount of time you will be here" My dad sticks his hand out so the foring boy could shake it

"Hello Mr Anderson, I am Paul. Thank you for letting me come work on your warm in this sad time" He shakes my dads hand then looks at me "Whats your name pretty one?" he asks

"I'm Lorna" I give him a fake smile

"Lorna back to work" Dad demands. I cant believe that a German boy, No older then 19 is on our farm. I quickly grab the eggs and head back inside.