Exchange to Germany
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It was a very cold and very dark night. The huge house in front of me seemed really threatening and when I thought about what was waiting for me inside, I shivered. But I had to continue my way, step by step. I had to go Inside. I had the strange impression, that there were eyes everywhere in the dark garden, which were watching me.
I stumpled over a little stone, but found my balance again before I could fall. When I reached the door, it took me several minutes to put the key into the keyhole but then i hit it and the door opened. It was very dark inside and i tiptoed toward where I supposed the staircase. My fingers felt the cold wooden banisters, when suddenly the lights turned on and i was blind for a moment in the brightness. I blinked a few times. When my eyes got used to the light, I realized the statue of my mother standing next to the light switch. Arms folded on her chest, vicious look at me. Oh no, please not now. Please let me just sleep a few hours and then we can discuss this. Please... but she was merciless.
“Where have you been and why weren’t you at home at midnight as your father and I permitted you?” Half asleep i rolled my eyes. “You make this terrible fuss ‘cause I’m half an hour too late? If that’s all I suggest talking at breakfast about it.” Oops, seemed like I said something wrong, because now she got really furious. Her face went red and she clenched her little fists. Then she hissed “It’s three o’clock in the morning and yes, we will talk about this at breakfast again. I hope you’ll have a good excuse for coming that late.”
Confused I continued my way up the stairs and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.
When I woke up it felt like only secounds later than falling asleep but it must have been hours, because bright sunlight came through the window. I groaned and turned my head away from the brightness. Nut it reminded me on something else. The picture of my furious mum in her light green dressing gown and her ruffled hair appeared in my head. I took a look on the clock of my CD player. It was 12.27, so i overslept breakfast. It surprised me that mum didn’t wake me up at 8.30 sharp, but maybe she was still so mad with me that she feared she would strangle me next time we saw each other. Well... maybe that was no bad idea. She could end my senseless life... Ah, what the hell is this? I had terrible headache. It felt like someone was trying again and again to split my head with a blunt axe. Maybe I had drunken too much yesterday. And also today’s morning. I slipped into some clothes and stumpled out of my room. Downstairs I looked anxious around, but there was only my father sitting in the living room and reading the news paper. Astonished he looked up.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
I groanded again. “No, I had nightmares about a woman, who looks exactly like my mum, killing me. By the way, where is she?”
“She went to the supermarket. She wanted me to talk with you about this morning. You know, we only want the best for you, but if you want some freedom, you have to keep the arrangements. It isn’t okay for you coming far too late the third time in four weeks...” The guy with the axe is still there so it’s really hard for me to concentrate on my father’s words. But I’m clenching my teeth and doing my best. “...so this must have consequences now. I’m sure you understand that. Do you have a suggestion what punishment could be just?” Oh my fuck god! I hate this question because none of their penalties are ever just, so they always think my suggestions are not suitable and much too low. “Well, I think it would be just for me to... well, clean my room and not go out till next Saturday.” He looked annoyed. “Okay I don’t go out for two weeks, don’t even see my friends and help mum in the household.” I added quickly. He looked sadisfied. “That are very good ideas but your mother and i thought about something complete different. You know there are spring holidays in one week and there is a association which offers exchanges for students like you to germany. Please don’t see it as a penalty, it’s just a great for you to improof your German. So you have two possibilities: you go to Germany for two weeks or you’ll do without pocket money and without going out the next two months. It’s your decision.”
My chin turned down and my mouth fell open. I was shocked. My parents blakmailed me! Help!
My older brother Andrew entered the living room, a morning roll in his hand. “Are you talking because someone quarreled at threein the morning?” he asked.
“Did I woke you up?” “No, there was an important fight at Guild Wars, so I was awake anyway.”
“Thats another problem.” Our father said, “It isn’t okay, that you’re on your computer the whole night and then sleeping when the family wants to eat breakfast.”
“So he has to come woth me on holidays?” I asked hopefully.
“Which holidays?” Andrew asked just the same moment my father said “No, that’s a complete different thing. Because he stays at home but you don’t.”
I looked pained and said “I’ll think about the possibilities.” And then disappearing to the stair case and into my room.
Damn it! This really sucked. I had such great plans for the spring holidays. But there weren’t any possibilities to think over. I needed my pocket money and I needed to go out. But I wouldn’t go out anyway, the matter was only, how long. And I wouldn’t survive two endless months.
The following week went by as brief as usually the last week of the summer holidays and before I could realize it, it was Friday. Everyone talked about the holidays and there was this happy, realxed atmosphere, which was normal before holidays, but now I hated it.
“By the way, are you going to come to jamie’s party on Tuesday?” my best friend heather demanded in the lunch break.
“No, I don’t think so.” I muttered.
“Why? It’s going to be great.” She said uncomprehending.
“’Cause I’m not here during the holidays.” I told her unwillingly.
“Oh, you didn’t told you’re travelling. Where are you going? Mallorca?”
I sighed hardly. “I’m not really travelling. My parents blackmailed me to make an exchange to Germany.”
“Sounds good, too, doesn’t it?” Heather said positive surprised.
2No; it doesn’t, ‘cause I had german in school only two years and that’s an eternity ago. You know? I can’t speak a word anymore. Besides I hate that language. It sounds like you have a speech defect.”
She lookes sympathetic. “I really feel sorry for you, but I can’t help. If you want, I take some photos for you on Jamie’s party.” Yeah, really nice idea... Then the school bell rung and we went to our class rooms.
When school was over I strolled towards the school bus. Inside, I met a good friend of mine, Steven. I really, really liked him because I think he understands me most of all my friends. We have the same favourite colour, we like similiar music, we likethe same food, ... it’s something speacial and I’m glad to know him.
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Samira schrieb am 2007-02-16 17:02:28:
Hi hoffe dir gehts gut....
Hast echt eine tolle Geschichte geschrieben aber nicht zu Ende! Ich würde gerne wissen wie es in Germany war:) und was aus Steven und dir geworden ist? Und natürlich über dir Erfahrungen bzw. über die Erlebnisse wissen, die du in Germany hattest!! Und was du daraus gelernt hast und die Reaktion von deinen Eltern??? Schreib es doch bitte zu Ende!! Ich hasse ein offenes Ende:) Oder hat du schon doe Geschichte zu Ende geschrieben und in die richtige Kategorie hinzugefügt? Wenn ja, wäre es sehr nett von dir mir diese zu sagen.... also bis dannn...
conny515@web.de schrieb am 2006-11-20 12:03:30:
Anmerkung:
1. ich habe die Geschichte aus versehen in die falsche Kategorie getan, das tut mir leid.
2. die Geschichte ist noch nicht zu Ende, ich schreibe noch daran. wenn ihr gute Ideen habt, freue ich mich über Mails.
3. da ich Schülerin bin, ist mein Englisch jetzt nicht sooo gut, aber ich hoffe, trotzdem verständlich.
Viele liebe Grüße, eure Anni.
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