czwartek, 11 października 2012

Chapter One xx .

"Finally. Finally moving out!" - These words were spoken on my eighteenth birthday. A lot of people are unlikely to enjoy because of the removal, because you have to leave their homeland, and still be friends with unbearable parents. But I had no problem with that. First, leave the country for London is the best thing in my life I could find. Secondly, the problem I do not have friends because my best friend: Susan (soup), Kasia (Katiton) and King fly with me. And thirdly, the parents are. Are here, in Poland, in the small village, and why? Do not speak English. And it makes me happy. I do not want to do for the interpreter .. ever. So in this way and with these words I left the house, said goodbye to her parents and with friends who were waiting for me in my yard, I went to the bus stop. On the bus we waited about 10 minutes, each doing something different. Katiton draw something in his sketchbook. In general Kaska very nice draw. Should do something with this talent. But she insists that she does not go and does not have any talent. We want to convince her that we speak the truth, but she does not agree. Maybe someone will translate it to her, because we no longer have the strength. King just stood and talked something. Probably for me, or for soups. I do not really know. But she often just talking, and I quite often do not listen to her. Yes it is. Soup looks all the time one way or the other. Apparently she could not wait to England. It's her big dream. Can not imagine what she was happy when her parents agreed to move out abroad. She was afraid to ask, but we talked all the same thing: that it is an adult and her parents have nothing to say. Finally decided to ask, am we were at it. And guess what happened? Her parents told exactly what we did. For a moment it seemed to me that I even want to chase out of the house, but quickly threw those thoughts out of your head. But I siedziałm on the bench with his eyes closed and listening to music. It is the player began my favorite song, and Mianowice Three Days Grace - Gone Forever , when the bus came to the bus. "Bus! Girls, the bus!" - Screamed soup. Yes, very much ucieszyła.Wyjęłam money from his pocket and walked to the bus. For many people it was not so quiet we could wybraćs himself anywhere. I paid the driver and went to the last seat. Luckily it was not busy. CEI smashed all five seats, a girl approached me.
-Hey! Take a stand! - Said Sergey soup slightly raised. Well, what do they mean? Slightly raised my left eyelid to check their faces. I do not regret it. It was priceless.
-Oh, stop it. You can sit down in front of me. - Odpowiedziałm and closed my eyes again. I heard nothing. I think I agree. But to be sure I opened my eyes. He regretted that unfortunately. So scared that jumped up. Just a few inches from my face were their faces. As soon as I pulled the girls burst out laughing. - Ha ha ha! - Zaśmiaąłm mockingly. - It was not funny! - I screamed, and the girls laughed even louder. Niesety laughter when he hears Susan is also unwittingly begins to laugh. I, of course, not willingly smiled, and after a while the whole bus filled our loud chuckle. Fortunately for us, the driver turned our attention. Fortunately, because when we laugh a little longer time, it amuses us then the smallest detail. Sedation took us a while, but eventually we were able to. But anyway what little snort laugh was heard one of us. After Moch persuasion and persistent objections girls came out that I podkurczonymi legs lair of the four seats, in addition to sitting Katiton and King ahead of soup. So I lay listening to Three Days Grace - I do not care . But then I felt not comfortable, so I got up to sit next to Kate. As soon as he straightened turned to us and shouted Soup "We live in London!" I just smiled at the thought, and Katiton calmly said, "Yes soup, we live in London, but do not shout because we throw away." I smiled even wider and decided to conduct a conversation, because it is boring.
-Well, what girl? I see that you're happy .. - I started, but it was not given to me to finish, because the crank snapped.
-Yes! We will live in London! Fuck yeah! Do you smell that?! But I will be in London! O mother! It is abroad! And how will a failure on the plane?! And when something happens to us?! God, I do not want to! Take me home! - She started screaming. I immediately regretted the provisions of the conversation. I could have predicted it would be. King quickly covered her mouth, and I sat soup it comfortably. She sat her on a chair and waited for it to calm down. When she was a good girl Susan King let go of it, and I was not going to have to talk to her, because whatever I said, she would have brought to the same topic. Unfortunately, after a few moments, bored again.
-Hey, glad to move out? - Kate asked softly. She just looked at me sadly.
-Of course I'm happy. In the end I lived in the same house with me wariatkami important, but I miss home. Even the most. I'll have to get used to the "Katy". There will be no Kate or Katitona. - Answered, and again looked at the seat. She was right. It will be difficult, even very much. Well, but you will have to somehow deal with.
-Katiton, above. my family, everyone will miss you. - I started and I thought, "but me." - I will always be family to visit. - I smiled reassuringly at her and she smiled back. - And when it comes to "Katitona" it's not a problem. We can still call you so. And if we know that a foreigner can teach him to pronounce. - Patted her on the back and straightened up, because until now leaning over her, because she rested her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. She also straightened up and all the way everyone was smiling. 


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Well, we have one chapter. I hope you like it. I wanted to write, until their stay in London, but somehow I came out long, so stopped at this point. I think that no one is disappointed. Thanks for reading! : * I love you. And: Reading = comments. PLEASE !

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