distracted myself from the boys and their armbands. My breathing slows. Iâm not dying of a heart attack at sixteen. Then I start to feel sleepy and sore from sitting on the cement, and I get to my feet and go up to my room. I brush my teeth and pull on my favorite flannel pajamas with stars on them and get into bed. Only by imagining lanterns at the festival am I able to calm down and then finally sleep.
S ix
T he next morning I sit up slowly and drink a glass of water. The backs of my eyes ache and my head pounds, as if drums are being played in my skull. Alcohol is so not worth it. I roll over and think about the guysâ armbands, then feel myself shudder. Who can I talk to about this? I hesitate before dialing Alexis. Sheâll freak, but I need to tell someone. Her phone rings three times before she picks up.
âHey, Lauren.â She sounds sleepy.
âDid I wake you?â
âNo, but Iâm still in bed.â She yawns. âWhatâs up?â
âI have something crazy to tell you, but I donât want you to overreact. And you canât tell anyone.â
âIs it about that guy, Jesse?â
I hesitate. If I tell her the truth, then how can I still like him? âNo, itâs not about Jesse.â
âOh, too bad. I thought you were going to tell me something juicy.â
âNo, I was at a party last night. Well, not a party, exactly. Just some kids hanging out at the park.â
âOh yeah?â
âWell, the guysâ¦they were playing this war game, this Nazi war game.â
âThey were WHAT?â I imagine Alexis sitting bolt upright, wide awake.
âI know. It was nuts. They were wearing these Nazi armbands, yelling Heil Hitler ! and pretending to shoot each other.â
âWho? Who?â
âOh, just some guys from school. You donât know them.â
âOmigod, thatâs crazy. What were they thinking?â
âIâI donât know.â
âAnd these guys are your friends?â
âWell, sort of. We hang out with them at school.â
âWow, thatâs crazy. What are you going to do?â
âI dunno.â
âYou have to tell someone,â Alexis announces.
I groan. âTell who what?â
âI donât know. Your parents or the school. They canât make fun of what the Nazis did.â
âIâm not sure telling someone is a great idea.â
âLauren, itâs not an option. You have to tell. Itâs anti-Semitism.â
âBut if they donât know the Nazis killed Jews, is it still anti-Semitic?â
âThatâs beside the point. You have to tell someone.â
âWell, um, Iâll think about it.â
âPromise?â
âI said Iâd think about it. Anyway, I should go now.â
âHey, what about that Jesse guy?â
I freeze. âWhat about him?â
âYou guys still talk?â
âSometimes.â
âOh, thatâs good. Text me later.â
I put down my phone and roll over in bed. Tell someone. Yeah, right. Fat lot of good that would do. People would get all upset about anti-Semitism and talk about how the Holocaust could happen again anytime. Alexis can get very worked up about hate crimes against Jews, none of which seem to be happening anywhere near us. Itâs true that Jews were treated like crap in Europe for centuries, but things in North America look pretty good for Jews these days. I know you can still find Holocaust deniers and people claiming that Jews drink Christian baby blood, but you can also find people who say the earth is flat and global warming is a myth. Besides, in our own lives, in Canada, none of that anti-Semitic stuff is happeningânot like in the past anyway. Now Jews own land, join country clubs and attend any university they like. People get riled up about Israel, but to my mind, thatâs political, not religious. The guys at school are idiots, but anti-Semitic? I
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