Hiiii! Ich bin 13 Jahre alt und liebe es zu schreiben! Ich habe diesen englischen Text verfasst. Er ist noch nicht fertig aber ich möchte ein Buch damit schreiben. Ist er gut genug, um weiterzumachen? Ich habe Englisch nicht als Muttersprache, habe aber schon gewisse Erfahrungen damit. Mein Vater hat öfters englisch mit mir gesprochen, als ich noch ein kleines Kind war. Wie findet ihr den Text, berücksichtigt, dass English eben nicht meine Muttersprache ist und dass ich 13 bin?
It was way past midnight and the stars were shining brightly all across the sky. It reminded me of the spaceships Tiara and I used to build a long time ago. We would steal a big cardboard box out of her parents garage, poke holes into its ceiling, climb inside and pretend we were looking at the sky full of stars. But then something happened. You don’t even realise… WE didn’t even realise, how fast time passes. And before you even start to get a hang of what’s going on, childhood is over. You might have never thought about it, but you do everything for the last time, at some point in your life. You didn’t realise when you went outside to build sandcastles for the last time, you didn’t realise when you woke your mum up in the middle of the night, because of a nightmare, for the last time. You didn’t even realise the last time you danced and sang along to your favourite childhood songs. I started to think of even more scenarios, but then, suddenly a tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts rapidly. „Jane…“ „Yes“, I whispered. My voice had a little crack. „What do you think, highschool will be like?“ „I dunno, don’t worry too much about it. (I know she did)… It’s just a new chapter of your life.“ Tiara sat up beside me. „You‘re such a philosopher“, she dramatically said and chuckled. I didn’t answer. But I smiled, without letting her know, I did. „Do you sometimes still think about the old times?“, I wanted to ask her, but I didn’t. It would have made it real, reality, and my thoughts wouldn’t have been thoughts anymore, they would have been words. And I didn’t want that. So I kept my mouth shut.
The next morning I woke up, remembering last night. I turned my head, to take a look outside the window. In front of our backyard the truck, on which Tiara and I were laying last night, was standing all by itself. It was her dad’s. It must have been around three A.M., as Tiara left. Her house is a few blocks away from our neighbourhood. I have always preferred her house over ours. Hers was old, but it had something special. It was able to capture memories. Every time when I entered their front door, a flash of memories and experiences we had together, and hit me. Tiara and I met in kindergarten. Back then, she approached me and I accepted her as my friend. After a while we started hanging out at each others houses and found out, that we lived in the same neighbourhood. Since then, we’ve been close friends. I pulled myself out of this sudden flashback and continued to look outside and listened to birds, which were chirping happily in our garden. „You’re up?“ I caught on to a voice behind. I turned around, facing my door, which had been opened. My mum was smiling at me. „Only one week left till school starts and summer break‘s over.“ „I know.“ I replied. I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. High school is quite of a new level. But I wasn’t like Tiara, I didn’t worry about every little thing that crossed my way. I just took things the way they came. Why worry? Things happen anyway. But there was something Tiara was able to do, that I had been struggling with my whole life. I was good with logical stuff but I had problems shutting down my brain. I just couldn’t stop thinking about everything. I mean, don’t get that confused right now. I do think about all kinds of stuff way too much, but I don’t worry about them. That’s a difference, not a big one, but an important one…
