Hey Leute, ich soll meiner Lehrerin in den Ferien per e-mail eine lurzgeschichte zukommen lassen, stichworte für die geschichte waren "14-year old boy, run-down neighbourhood, large woman, handbag"
Ich habe jetzt eine geschrieben, aber weiß nicht ob die so gut ist, oder was man daran noch verändern könnte. für Tipps und Kritiken wäre ich sehr dankbar. Das Anforderungsniveau liegt bei der 12. Klasse. Ich werde die Geschichte jetzt hier hin posten, falls sie nicht Ganz in das Fragefeld passt werde ich als Kommentar den Rest schreiben.
Danke im Vorraus, LG :-)
It was a cloudy autumnday in 82nd street. Like every day on my way to school, I saw this old woman, sitting on a bench in the park, feeding some birds. I saw her putting her handbag next to her on the bench. She was a large woman, I think about 60 years old. She looked wise and happy, so I began to think about her life, what it looked like an what interesting thinks she might have seen in her whole life, when I suddenly saw the guid dog sitting next to her. That's when I realized that this friendly looking lady wasn't able to see anything. First I felt sorry for her, but as more as I thought about it, I began to wonder if it wouldn't be better not to see this run-down neighbourhood, not to see those dissatisfied people. I thought a lot about what it would be like, if I wouldn't be able to see. But then I saw this popular guys from my grad, coming with a few girls through the park. I didn't like them, they are so unfriendly and unfair, and not interested in their own future, so they didn't come to school very often, in contrast to me. I hoped with good education I would be able to leave this territory. Well, that's not the point. I watched them for a few minutes and I suddenly got shocked. They walked towards the blind Lady, grapped her handbag an ran away! Of course I decided to follow those thieves, and at least I got in a conflict with them, but I was sure it was worth it. So I finally got the handbag back, and I wanted to bring it back to the old Lady. But even if I ran as fast as I can, when I arrived at the park, she was away. So I liked to give it to her the following day. Next morning she sat there as usually, on the bench where she has ever sat. But that day she seemed to be a little bit depressed, understandable. I sat down next to her. She turned around and whished me a good morning, a true and friendly smile comes back on her face. I began to tell her how I got her handbag and that I want to give it back to her. I talked to her for a very long time, we talked about our age, our family etc. I wondered what she was doing in that area, because she was a rich looking woman, wearing expensive and beautiful clothes and some jewellys. She began to tell something about her life, and why she was there every morning. „ When I was a little girl, I lived here with my mother and my two brothers. Because of good education, my mother got the chance to work at a better place in New