It was my turn re-one time far too late.
The dress rehearsal already had started a quarter uur geleden and I arrived panting and completely breathless in the test room.
yes, u are, finite since Daniela, our rehearsing leader, shouted to me, ".
> > excuse me, I could not get away from the musicschool earlier<<, I answered still struggling for breath.
Yes, if there was something I really loved, then it was the theater and the music.
Unfortunately, I did not manage to get both things under a hat here so that I paint,
it was late there. The dress rehearsal proceeded despite my late arrival rather well but it had regrettably been my last now. My parents did not think much of the theater. u were of the opinion that theaters play one only the brain vernebelte and the muziek was the only one which really counted. I and because I neglected the violin lesson meer and meer due to the permanent tests, decided my parents to forbid this to theater games. I took my time particularly much on the way home pagina today.
Was exceptionally beautifully the weather for the beginning of October and I went along the straat and enjoyed the warm fall wind which blew for me into the face so. If I really thought, I stated that this might not me play the violin particularly. It was far too complicated in my opinion if one had to hear the notes to play the correct melody. It was not so that I detested the violin totally, sometimes I liked it even and nevertheless I always wanted something else than this. I dreamt of being able to play the piano. But of the theater so few mine play parents something held, so they little liked the piano.
Both famous violinists were my parents and while my father across Europe traveled and gave concerts and hardly ever was because of this at home, my mother here played in our town and took care that I also become such a good violinist like them, my father, my grandparents, my cousins and the rest of my musical family. It was understandable there that it would not welcome my parents if her daughter broke a tradition door leaving the violin on the left and wanting to begin to play the piano. And simply I exactly carried on with it therefore play the violin I further and at night dreamt of sitting behind a black piano and tonen some pieces of Tschaikowsky and Yann Tiersen on a big stage sometimes.
I came home, apologized of the avondeten, diner and went onto my room, had somehow the thought on my last performance ruined me the appetite.
I locked the door behind myself and looked around in my room.
The walls which had been cream white once were covered door sheets of music, on these were my favoriete plays and creations of their own to see. On the ledge red and white roses were in her pots and waited finally to be watered. I took the watering can of the shelf and approached the roses the water on her niederprasselte and lasting, I looked from the window and sighed. The days passed much too fast in my opinion and, tomorrow, I already will have to say goodbye to my dearest theater. I know how long I have not stood there so. I only remember the shining stars in the black night sky which sparkled like small brilliant ones.
The volgende morning welcomed me with rain and an a little misty sky and exactly this seemed to represent my Gefühlzustand of today.
I still waited with getting up in the hope a whole while the bad weather could be past through this faster. But after approximately half an uur in which I found my mother, the red, curly and long hair very put up still in the silk one, kimono-like bath gewaad, kleed with a cup's green thee I finally got up and went down into the kitchen,
mother < <, I zei and > > went good ones to the coffee machine mornings to prepare a coffee for me like every morning.
> > morning, treasure < <, answered her to me.
I did not have > > heard u practicing yesterday at all on your violin. What was wrong with u < <, then
Yes, my mother was that way now. Whenever she had not a dag heard I playing, she began to worry.
> > everything OK! Only much had had to work. Today, u come actually to my performance < <
About this vraag my mother wrinkled only the forehead and looked at me uncomprehendingly.
Yes, was already clear to me that would say her no, it was at least, however, worth a test.
I have made a sea coleslaw for you, > > this one shall make < < your legs a little firmer
I looked at myself down and actually had to notice that my legs looked a little thin and weak. I was not actually a fan of any eelgrass salads but to not step for my mother too near, I went to the refrigerator, got an a little too filled salade bowl out and did something of the contents to me into a bowl. My mother smiled contentedly and got up to get dressed for her forthcoming concert.
I was rather sure that my being today'sly missing on her concert blamed me for her although she tried to convince herself of the opposite. But I could I had finally to change nothing at the performance now be. I strangled the salade into myself and swilled everything down with a large drink of coffee.
After I had got dressed and looked at my text a last time, I hurried out of the house because I had to state that I was too late (again one time).
Unfortunately, punctuality had never belonged to my strengths namely. So I dashed down the straat in the hope still to get the streetcar on time.
The dress rehearsal already had started a quarter uur geleden and I arrived panting and completely breathless in the test room.
yes, u are, finite since Daniela, our rehearsing leader, shouted to me, ".
> > excuse me, I could not get away from the musicschool earlier<<, I answered still struggling for breath.
Yes, if there was something I really loved, then it was the theater and the music.
Unfortunately, I did not manage to get both things under a hat here so that I paint,
it was late there. The dress rehearsal proceeded despite my late arrival rather well but it had regrettably been my last now. My parents did not think much of the theater. u were of the opinion that theaters play one only the brain vernebelte and the muziek was the only one which really counted. I and because I neglected the violin lesson meer and meer due to the permanent tests, decided my parents to forbid this to theater games. I took my time particularly much on the way home pagina today.
Was exceptionally beautifully the weather for the beginning of October and I went along the straat and enjoyed the warm fall wind which blew for me into the face so. If I really thought, I stated that this might not me play the violin particularly. It was far too complicated in my opinion if one had to hear the notes to play the correct melody. It was not so that I detested the violin totally, sometimes I liked it even and nevertheless I always wanted something else than this. I dreamt of being able to play the piano. But of the theater so few mine play parents something held, so they little liked the piano.
Both famous violinists were my parents and while my father across Europe traveled and gave concerts and hardly ever was because of this at home, my mother here played in our town and took care that I also become such a good violinist like them, my father, my grandparents, my cousins and the rest of my musical family. It was understandable there that it would not welcome my parents if her daughter broke a tradition door leaving the violin on the left and wanting to begin to play the piano. And simply I exactly carried on with it therefore play the violin I further and at night dreamt of sitting behind a black piano and tonen some pieces of Tschaikowsky and Yann Tiersen on a big stage sometimes.
I came home, apologized of the avondeten, diner and went onto my room, had somehow the thought on my last performance ruined me the appetite.
I locked the door behind myself and looked around in my room.
The walls which had been cream white once were covered door sheets of music, on these were my favoriete plays and creations of their own to see. On the ledge red and white roses were in her pots and waited finally to be watered. I took the watering can of the shelf and approached the roses the water on her niederprasselte and lasting, I looked from the window and sighed. The days passed much too fast in my opinion and, tomorrow, I already will have to say goodbye to my dearest theater. I know how long I have not stood there so. I only remember the shining stars in the black night sky which sparkled like small brilliant ones.
The volgende morning welcomed me with rain and an a little misty sky and exactly this seemed to represent my Gefühlzustand of today.
I still waited with getting up in the hope a whole while the bad weather could be past through this faster. But after approximately half an uur in which I found my mother, the red, curly and long hair very put up still in the silk one, kimono-like bath gewaad, kleed with a cup's green thee I finally got up and went down into the kitchen,
mother < <, I zei and > > went good ones to the coffee machine mornings to prepare a coffee for me like every morning.
> > morning, treasure < <, answered her to me.
I did not have > > heard u practicing yesterday at all on your violin. What was wrong with u < <, then
Yes, my mother was that way now. Whenever she had not a dag heard I playing, she began to worry.
> > everything OK! Only much had had to work. Today, u come actually to my performance < <
About this vraag my mother wrinkled only the forehead and looked at me uncomprehendingly.
Yes, was already clear to me that would say her no, it was at least, however, worth a test.
I have made a sea coleslaw for you, > > this one shall make < < your legs a little firmer
I looked at myself down and actually had to notice that my legs looked a little thin and weak. I was not actually a fan of any eelgrass salads but to not step for my mother too near, I went to the refrigerator, got an a little too filled salade bowl out and did something of the contents to me into a bowl. My mother smiled contentedly and got up to get dressed for her forthcoming concert.
I was rather sure that my being today'sly missing on her concert blamed me for her although she tried to convince herself of the opposite. But I could I had finally to change nothing at the performance now be. I strangled the salade into myself and swilled everything down with a large drink of coffee.
After I had got dressed and looked at my text a last time, I hurried out of the house because I had to state that I was too late (again one time).
Unfortunately, punctuality had never belonged to my strengths namely. So I dashed down the straat in the hope still to get the streetcar on time.
This is writen in the point of view of Kara
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments geleden someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing japon, jurk and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments geleden someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing japon, jurk and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
when i just have been through the worse in my life
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need meer and meer and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me of to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need meer and meer and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me of to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.
'do u know why?"
'well,she zei something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come door my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
'do u know why?"
'well,she zei something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come door my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"