Hello it's CeCe this is my first Fanfic, (if you can call it that,) I am currently looking for a beta; I don't trust myself with punctuating this myself. Can anyone who is reading this please review; I would love to know what other people think about my writing. I live off reviews and constructive criticism, anything would be welcome, even flames and if you review, van you please put the word Cupcake on the end or your review please. Enough of my rambling, on with the story. Oh yeah before I forget this is about in Berlin Bruno's friends not Shmaul but Martin, Karl and Daniel, you know they exist but no one pays attention to them, and I have a really weird thing with characters that no one pays attention to sooo yeah read and Hate, Love or don't care hope you like.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything everything belongs to John Boyne.

18 Glogauer Stra├če,



Dear Martin

It has been a few weeks since my family and I arrived here at Out-With. I've been missing you guys loads; there's no-one here to play with and I fear if I am left alone I might go as mad as Herr Roller, and start asking animals to come and have Tea and biscuits with me.

On Saturday, to keep myself entertained in order not to go mad like Herr Roller, I decided to make a tyre swing, like the ones we used to make when I was in Berlin. Outside Gretel's window, there is this huge oak tree. I think it must have been planted in the Middle Ages.

It was actually quite easy to make the swing. First I had to find some rope which was in the basement and I cut a few lengths with a knife. I had looked everywhere for a tyre but I couldn't find one. Eventually I had to ask Lieutenant Kotler if he could find one for me; he asked Pavel, our waiter, to get me one. When I got the tyre, I created the swing on the big oak.

As soon as I made it; I started swinging on it straight away. I got higher and higher and eventually fell off. Pavel who was chopping the vegetables by the window came and fixed me up. I had an enormous cut just by my knee.

He told me that before he was out waiter, he used to be a doctor. When Mother came home she had asked who fixed my leg. I answered her truthfully telling her that I had fallen off of the swing. I noticed that once I was out of the room she thanked Pavel but soon after I heard her day to him "...but if anyone asks I fixed him up."

I wonder why she would want to take credit for something that Pavel did. Right, Mother is calling me down for dinner, I must go.

I hope to get a letter back. See you soon hopefully.



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