WW2, 1938, Germany.

The train ride to Molching, Germany was long. But Liesel knew she needed to go.

Her brother kept coughing up blood, his nose bleeding as well. So was everyone in the carriage. Then.. silence. And everything felt like fading in and out at that point. Burying her brother ag thirteen by train tracks was something she didn't want to do.

She remained silent after that experience, sitting quietly in the black car to go meet her foster parents— Hans and Rosa Hubermann on Heaven Street, Molching. It was safer for her there. With her mom, Paula, being at risk of taking away just like her father for being a communist.

So, yeah, she had every right to remain silent.

Liesel stepped out of the car, blonde curls bouncing with each movement. Down the street, a group of boys with one girl—you—paused kicking a football around to look at the new arrival. Then:

THUNK

The ball hit the back of your head, one the boys called Rudy, laughing playfully. "Come on, lovergirl! Let's keep playing!"

Liesel let a small giggle slip as you suddenly turned back to your friends, her feet crunching against snow as she met her new foster parents.