Outside it began to rain. She sat in her room and was looking for something to write. No one else was in the apartment and it was dark, she had not turned on the light. As she sat on her bed, she felt nothing. In the morning they had not gone to school, you can not went well. She still had a bad feeling in my stomach. She had talked to anyone about it. She cried herself to sleep last night. The music boomed in her head, but she turned it louder.
A friend called at noon, she was worried the girl laughed, but artificial and thus their friend was appeased. She was cold. She grabbed a jacket and stood up, her fingers were clenched into a fist clenched. Slowly, she slipped on socks over the warm wooden floor. She loved this land forever. It was not five and when she wanted to make tea in the kitchen, it started to thunderstorm. Quietly, the fragile-looking girl began to cry, her face flushed and she could breathe only with difficulty. She had never thought that her feelings could do that. It was at once the cup from her hand, she trembled all over. She sank to the ground and sit for a while stayed there, she had calmed down.
She got up and went back to her Room. Exhausted she lay on her bed. She fell asleep at last.
The girl was pretty and so young. Sometime in the next day she woke up. She did not know what day it was, but she stood up. She was so hard and it seemed that it cost her a lot of power. The rain had stopped, the clouds remained. In the kitchen, she began to wipe the floor and picked up the pieces, it felt empty. Her thoughts turned in a circle. Her world collapsed.
you looking for something to put on and left the apartment. She had hardly gone a few yards it started to rain again. There was no one on the road. The tears she could not stop this time, but it rained, nobody would have seen it.
Should actually in the Schuelerzeitung, I have but to send forgotten xx
