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ItalyxReader- Lungo filo d'amore (le chapter one)
This is just a story I write it exactly now.
I undertake it and I put you in here!
I know the idea is taken, but, please...
Warnings: Nothing right now, probably later...
£ You are preparing for a gala. One old friend invited you and you should meet there.
You take your things and make a shower. The water is cold and refreshing. Your hair looks so awful and so dark. Your eyes are so ____. The mirror was in the past one of your allies and it still is. But not so important.
You take the towel, draining the water.
You look in your closet for your red gala dress, black shoes, lipstick etc.
You are ready to go. You get in your brother's car and arrive at the gala. He helped you on the steps. You smiled and thank with him.
He drive away. You take a seat, Austria is a friend of a friend of a friend of yours. You are little bored. As you stay there, after something like one hour, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. You jump on your feet, scared.
He is a tall men, with amber eyes, brown
World Series IWorld Series 1-This is not the end I want it to end-
I was walking down the street. I passed many people, and they seem to be worried. I just can't understand why. However, it's raining and my brown hair gets wet. I have many things in my head, but I can't concentrate.
,,Run for your life!" a woman shout to me.
I turned back to see who she was, but she disappear before I could see her.
However, I walked straight ahead. I don't know where I am going and I don't know why.
A strange noise heard in my left and I stop walking. Than, I felt like somebody drive a knife in my lung and heart.
This is the last thing I remembered.
I woke up in my bed and I remember... somebody looked at me from the dark corner of my room.
,,Good morning, grandson."
,,Grandpa?" I murmured.
,,What happened?" ask with my angelic voice.
,,He attacked you."
Than, Grandpa live the room, letting me think in peace.
I know exactly about who my Grandpa told me.
A love story- Romanian versionA LOVE STORY
Hey! Sunt Madisson Fiona Vargas, o fata de 14 ani, nascuta pe 2 inie 1998. Merg la scoala si sunt o fata obisnuita. Imi place de un tip din a 8b, Jacke. Materiile mele preferate sunt biologia, istoria, geografia, chimia si cam tot ce se termina cu ,,ia". Imi placee limba italiana, pe care o invat rapid.N-oi fi eu premianta clasei, dar nici cea care pica. De obicei iau 9 si 10, arareori 8( mai ales la mate si sport). Ce? Urasc sportul! Oricum, nu va inchipuiti ca-s suprapondrala, ci de fapt slaba. Am inclinatie spre umanism, nu spre stiinte, deci intraba-ma ceva din materii umaniste si cred ca o sa stiu raspunsul. Vreau sa ajung judecator. Nu inteleg anumite parti din viata asta scurta... La trecerea dintre ani, am stat cu prietenii mei. Un tip, Radu, a vrut sa-mi dea sa fumez. Am refuzat, logic, urasc tigarile.
- Imi plac cele ca tine, asa razvratite, frumoase!
I-am scos limba si am zambit.
Merg la scoala plictisita, mai sunt 2 saptamani pana la vacanta mare, 3 luni
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