Lilly17
Habe angefangen eine englische Geschichte zu schreiben. Zu meinen Sprachkenntnissen: ich habe jetzt 5 1/2 Jahre Englischunterricht, davon 1 1/2 bilingual (Bio, Geschichte und Erdkundeunterricht auf Englisch) und bisher immer 1-2 gehabt. Trotzdem werden sich Fehler finden, korrigieren dürft ihr gerne.
Zu der Geschichte: der erste kursive Teil ist von einem anderen Ich-Erzähler als der Rest der Geschichte. Abgesehen von diesem Teil ist alles in einer Tagebuchform geschrieben. Erlebnisse und so werden in Vergangenheit beschrieben (simple past, present perfect, past perfect etc), Gedanken und Meinung dazu im Präsens (simple present etc).
Neben der Schule habe ich nicht allzu viel Zeit zum Schreiben, deswegen kann es schonmal dauern bis ich weiterschreibe, werde mich aber bemühen.
So, genug erzählt... Freue mich über Korrektur, konstruktive Kritik und natürlich Lob *g*
Introduction:
One last look, one last breath. There is no return for me. Slowly I take the gun, my fingers slide over the cool metal. Closing my eyes, I remember a song: “Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something.” I wasn’t looking for something, but for everything. However, I haven’t found anything at all. My hand trembles as I take the gun to my head.
“Sam… Come over here!” I turned my head around and watched the young woman in front of the house. Everyone sees the most beautiful one in the world in her and she’s able to have a date any day she wants. However, I hate this woman. Not just dislike her, but hate. Usually children don’t hate their parents, but I do.
Sam, that’s me. A 16-year old boy with black and blue hear, black clothes, Chucks and dark eye make-up. Most people say I’m a freak, but I’m just living my life. In contrast to them, I don’t look at them, calling them stupid names, although they would deserve it.
In my old school, I had just one real friend, Jack. He was quite the same as me. We had such great times together, going to concerts, having fun with girls, taking drugs, but now everything’s over.
Special thanks to my mum, who organised our move.
I gave her the most evil look I had and sat down on the path, where I have stood few seconds ago. The smile on her face disappeared. Slowly she turned around and walked up the steps to the front door. Even though she seemed to know that it would be useless to have any hopes that I will follow her, she looked at me a last time before she entered the house.
The house, our new home, seems to be pretty nice, but I hate it exactly like I hate my mum. Maybe you’ll ask yourself why I do so. Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? I have lost the only things that mean something to me: my best friend, the guys of the scene in our area and of course, the music.
In this town everything looks so different. I’d have to find new friends, but I didn’t know whether there exists a scene at all.
That’s the situation: I’m in the middle of nowhere without anyone I like, just surrounded by idiots. Tomorrow is my first day at the new school. Guess it will be horrible. However, that’s life!
Zu der Geschichte: der erste kursive Teil ist von einem anderen Ich-Erzähler als der Rest der Geschichte. Abgesehen von diesem Teil ist alles in einer Tagebuchform geschrieben. Erlebnisse und so werden in Vergangenheit beschrieben (simple past, present perfect, past perfect etc), Gedanken und Meinung dazu im Präsens (simple present etc).
Neben der Schule habe ich nicht allzu viel Zeit zum Schreiben, deswegen kann es schonmal dauern bis ich weiterschreibe, werde mich aber bemühen.
So, genug erzählt... Freue mich über Korrektur, konstruktive Kritik und natürlich Lob *g*
Introduction:
One last look, one last breath. There is no return for me. Slowly I take the gun, my fingers slide over the cool metal. Closing my eyes, I remember a song: “Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something.” I wasn’t looking for something, but for everything. However, I haven’t found anything at all. My hand trembles as I take the gun to my head.
“Sam… Come over here!” I turned my head around and watched the young woman in front of the house. Everyone sees the most beautiful one in the world in her and she’s able to have a date any day she wants. However, I hate this woman. Not just dislike her, but hate. Usually children don’t hate their parents, but I do.
Sam, that’s me. A 16-year old boy with black and blue hear, black clothes, Chucks and dark eye make-up. Most people say I’m a freak, but I’m just living my life. In contrast to them, I don’t look at them, calling them stupid names, although they would deserve it.
In my old school, I had just one real friend, Jack. He was quite the same as me. We had such great times together, going to concerts, having fun with girls, taking drugs, but now everything’s over.
Special thanks to my mum, who organised our move.
I gave her the most evil look I had and sat down on the path, where I have stood few seconds ago. The smile on her face disappeared. Slowly she turned around and walked up the steps to the front door. Even though she seemed to know that it would be useless to have any hopes that I will follow her, she looked at me a last time before she entered the house.
The house, our new home, seems to be pretty nice, but I hate it exactly like I hate my mum. Maybe you’ll ask yourself why I do so. Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? I have lost the only things that mean something to me: my best friend, the guys of the scene in our area and of course, the music.
In this town everything looks so different. I’d have to find new friends, but I didn’t know whether there exists a scene at all.
That’s the situation: I’m in the middle of nowhere without anyone I like, just surrounded by idiots. Tomorrow is my first day at the new school. Guess it will be horrible. However, that’s life!
