Prolog

Don't you have that feeling, that sometimes everything we do, everything we think and everything that will happen to us is already set? All these Memories and experiences, we are supposed to have them. What if I tell you that this is true? That there are some people whose duty it is to write our life and to choose if it is a happy situation or a bad. Just like we were computers which need to be set. Can't we choose ourselves and live like we want to? 

Chapter 1

Only a few hours left till my 16th birthday. The lessons in school are boring and I can't concentrate, so I look out of the window. Heavy, grew clouds are moving across the sky and big round raindrops are claping on the window. A strong wind was letting the trees bow.

After it feels like 20 minutes the school bell rang. All students are standing up and pack their backs.Finally it's weekend.

>>Looks like someone can't wait for tomorrow.<< She smiles. >>So I'm coming at about six to help you with all these stuffs.What would you do without me.<< I just smile at her, because I'm recessed in my thoughts.

I have got that feeling that I've forgotten something, but I've got that feeling often. Arriving in the big entrance of our old school, I'm waiting for Nick to come home with me. >>See you then.<< Jenna waved. >>Bye!<< I added.

And then Nick came with some of his football team. He waved at them when he saw me and walkes straight to me. There's a little sparkling in my tummy when he came closer to put his lips on mine. With a little smile he took my hand and asked about school. >>Just like always.<< I responsed.

We walked to the carpark and sat in his silver car and drove home.

>>Hello Ms. and Mrs. Eliot.<< He always sounded nervous when he saw my father, although he is very nice he is a bit stricter to my male friends.

We sat at the table and ate Mum's food. I think my Mum don't look like she can cook. She rather look like a business women. Her hair looks like mine, but that's the only thing that we've both got. Except of that we look totally different.

My eyes were green and hers were brown. Her face is thin and edged. Same as my Dad. He has got short dark brown hair and brown eyes with a longer had as my mom. If Mom's hair were longer she would be a very pretty person, but she never went out and don't go to work. 

As soon as we finished eating I went as fast as possible, so my Parents wouldn't asked anymore about school or try to start conversationes with Nick. 

The rest of the day was filled with Party preparations. In the evening we watched some Movies, until I slept in the strong arms of Nick.

I always wondered if I really was together with him, because he was good looking and had a really good character, plus he was captain of a football team. He could have had every girl in the school. 

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.01.2015

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