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- Feb 13, 2016
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Hey! today I present you my 1st Chapter of a long serie of Threads xD I hope you'll like it since It took me time to write it. And big thanks to @LaurenDmm300 v.2.0
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If Iwas the main character of a Hollywood film, this morning would be showery. The weather forecast was exactly like my morale. It is just like in a movie. But there are no clouds in the sky, nothing but a glorious sun. Poor consolation, the bottom of air feels cold. There is even a maple tree which loses the leaves. Before two or three weeks, it will be the autumn and the weather forecast will finally be grey, cold, showery and windy. I see the image of the sun in a puddle. What would really have made me enjoyment/pleasure, would have been a storm. A flood with a wind to whip you in the face and one raindrop which turns umbrellas upside down. No storm which would tear off trees and cause real damage, but something rather intense to force my father against his plans. Better still: a snowstorm! I dream in colour, I know. The day is perfect. Urgh... undoubtedly, it is not my day. I board on my skate and I dash forward.
I aim at the puddle and crack it as if it were the Red Sea, as if it were going to solve my problems. Suddenly, it unfolds. On the spot ... A little...Now on the other side, my skate And I painfully climb up the ramp. I lost too much speed while rolling in the water. Without giving me more momentum, I would go like a pendulum until my skate - a limited edition Girl and Chocolate which I received as a gift a year ago, and so the print is all erased - and I stop in the middle of the water to rest. I sigh. I put my feet in the water and flip my board. The scene is pitiful. I am miserably failing the simplest flips. My skate slips from my hands and falls to the ground like a tortoise lying on my back, and the four wheels face the air. I almost want to, if I could, go back home and hope Dad would not notice anything. But he is far too preoccupied today. He would not notice the unfortunate disappearance for several weeks. At the end of my foot, I return my board and jump on. Apart from me, there is nobody in the skatepark. It is too early. Even for me. Usually, on a Friday when there's no school, I do what all teenagers who respect themselves do: I sleep. "Almost all", I should say. There is Sam who must be standing. It's a morning. I roll between the modules, and try a flip. Something very easy, but no success this morning. It's painful. My feet get entangled in my board, I lose balance and fall face first on the road. The shock overwhelmed me. I feel the urge to cry, but immediately represses my tears. I will not cry. I will not cry. A fine piece of gravel is embedded in my palms. I pinch where the skin is split, and I lick away a drop of blood that comes out. I restart/retry. I am skateboarding in the park, listening to the rolling of my board. I do not want to be here. I do not want to leave. Even if I would try hard. I can not ignore what happens. I would have preferred to sleep until noon. I do not want to move. A vibration on my cell pulls me away from my nostalgia and informs me that I just received a text message. Its from Sam.
-Where are you?(Sam's Text)
I answer in 4 letters: Park.
I slip my cell into my pocket before sitting down. A few minutes later, Sam comes running to me.
"I think they're almost done," he said, sitting down.
'Hm..' I say
"You know what happened to me this morning?
"
'No and I do not want to know..' After few minutes of awkward silence he says
"Everyone loves the new ones. Do you remember when Nico came in? The whole school loved him"
"I do not want to be the new one. "
I preferred to stay here with Sam, I know he is doing his best to cheat me up, but I have absolutely no desire to be rehappy. I want to delight in my despair. I wish that super powers are manifested in me. I want to be able to make lightning strike at any moment, which will turn me into Flash, so I can go up the river from time, just to race. I want to fix the last months of my life. Erase them.
"The big city," he says.
"I do not care about the city. I am not like you, Sam. "
I do not want to leave my village. I do not want to be uprooted.
"It's here that I grew up. I'm not going to know anyone, and I honestly do not want to know them."
"You say that now, but it will change. I know you. "
"I doubt"
I try to take the stupidest air so that it is clear. As soon as it is possible I will come back here. Not for under a weekend. No, I will relocate.
"We'll talk about it next week when you have access to a mass transit system worthy of the name. "
"You're stupid," I said, smirking.
" The word you're looking for is "good company?".
"That's three words."
"Super cool then?"
" one too of too much"
"Detestable?"
"No"
"Charming?"
"Do not exaggerate"
"Sympathic?"
"When You Get Strong"
"Super. I think I'm going to invite Daphne to the Halloween party and say, 'Hi Daphne, would you like to come with me to the party it seems im sympathic sometimes?'"
"You will not even play"
"We can dream. "
For a few minutes, I really forget what's happening.
" I know why He does this, but... It's kind of like running away"
"Did you tell him how you felt?"
"No"
"You should."
My cell vibrates again. Its s my father.
"It must be your father," Sam said.
"Yeah. I think I'll go now."
I get up and we look at each other, ignoring what to do. He strikes me on the shoulder. I do the same.
"Ouch!"
"I'll skype you to complain about the traffic of the city as soon as I arrive."
~~>Insert A Coin to Continue....<~~
If you wonder what steps I did to make this here they are!
1) Write it In french
2)Google Translate(too lazy to completly translate it)
3)Lauren Fixed the Google Translate errors and told me the things Who werent understandable
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Hope you liked the 1st chapter who dont really match with the Name but it will come dont worry!
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If Iwas the main character of a Hollywood film, this morning would be showery. The weather forecast was exactly like my morale. It is just like in a movie. But there are no clouds in the sky, nothing but a glorious sun. Poor consolation, the bottom of air feels cold. There is even a maple tree which loses the leaves. Before two or three weeks, it will be the autumn and the weather forecast will finally be grey, cold, showery and windy. I see the image of the sun in a puddle. What would really have made me enjoyment/pleasure, would have been a storm. A flood with a wind to whip you in the face and one raindrop which turns umbrellas upside down. No storm which would tear off trees and cause real damage, but something rather intense to force my father against his plans. Better still: a snowstorm! I dream in colour, I know. The day is perfect. Urgh... undoubtedly, it is not my day. I board on my skate and I dash forward.
I aim at the puddle and crack it as if it were the Red Sea, as if it were going to solve my problems. Suddenly, it unfolds. On the spot ... A little...Now on the other side, my skate And I painfully climb up the ramp. I lost too much speed while rolling in the water. Without giving me more momentum, I would go like a pendulum until my skate - a limited edition Girl and Chocolate which I received as a gift a year ago, and so the print is all erased - and I stop in the middle of the water to rest. I sigh. I put my feet in the water and flip my board. The scene is pitiful. I am miserably failing the simplest flips. My skate slips from my hands and falls to the ground like a tortoise lying on my back, and the four wheels face the air. I almost want to, if I could, go back home and hope Dad would not notice anything. But he is far too preoccupied today. He would not notice the unfortunate disappearance for several weeks. At the end of my foot, I return my board and jump on. Apart from me, there is nobody in the skatepark. It is too early. Even for me. Usually, on a Friday when there's no school, I do what all teenagers who respect themselves do: I sleep. "Almost all", I should say. There is Sam who must be standing. It's a morning. I roll between the modules, and try a flip. Something very easy, but no success this morning. It's painful. My feet get entangled in my board, I lose balance and fall face first on the road. The shock overwhelmed me. I feel the urge to cry, but immediately represses my tears. I will not cry. I will not cry. A fine piece of gravel is embedded in my palms. I pinch where the skin is split, and I lick away a drop of blood that comes out. I restart/retry. I am skateboarding in the park, listening to the rolling of my board. I do not want to be here. I do not want to leave. Even if I would try hard. I can not ignore what happens. I would have preferred to sleep until noon. I do not want to move. A vibration on my cell pulls me away from my nostalgia and informs me that I just received a text message. Its from Sam.
-Where are you?(Sam's Text)
I answer in 4 letters: Park.
I slip my cell into my pocket before sitting down. A few minutes later, Sam comes running to me.
"I think they're almost done," he said, sitting down.
'Hm..' I say
"You know what happened to me this morning?
"
'No and I do not want to know..' After few minutes of awkward silence he says
"Everyone loves the new ones. Do you remember when Nico came in? The whole school loved him"
"I do not want to be the new one. "
I preferred to stay here with Sam, I know he is doing his best to cheat me up, but I have absolutely no desire to be rehappy. I want to delight in my despair. I wish that super powers are manifested in me. I want to be able to make lightning strike at any moment, which will turn me into Flash, so I can go up the river from time, just to race. I want to fix the last months of my life. Erase them.
"The big city," he says.
"I do not care about the city. I am not like you, Sam. "
I do not want to leave my village. I do not want to be uprooted.
"It's here that I grew up. I'm not going to know anyone, and I honestly do not want to know them."
"You say that now, but it will change. I know you. "
"I doubt"
I try to take the stupidest air so that it is clear. As soon as it is possible I will come back here. Not for under a weekend. No, I will relocate.
"We'll talk about it next week when you have access to a mass transit system worthy of the name. "
"You're stupid," I said, smirking.
" The word you're looking for is "good company?".
"That's three words."
"Super cool then?"
" one too of too much"
"Detestable?"
"No"
"Charming?"
"Do not exaggerate"
"Sympathic?"
"When You Get Strong"
"Super. I think I'm going to invite Daphne to the Halloween party and say, 'Hi Daphne, would you like to come with me to the party it seems im sympathic sometimes?'"
"You will not even play"
"We can dream. "
For a few minutes, I really forget what's happening.
" I know why He does this, but... It's kind of like running away"
"Did you tell him how you felt?"
"No"
"You should."
My cell vibrates again. Its s my father.
"It must be your father," Sam said.
"Yeah. I think I'll go now."
I get up and we look at each other, ignoring what to do. He strikes me on the shoulder. I do the same.
"Ouch!"
"I'll skype you to complain about the traffic of the city as soon as I arrive."
~~>Insert A Coin to Continue....<~~
If you wonder what steps I did to make this here they are!
1) Write it In french
2)Google Translate(too lazy to completly translate it)
3)Lauren Fixed the Google Translate errors and told me the things Who werent understandable
~~~~~~~
Hope you liked the 1st chapter who dont really match with the Name but it will come dont worry!
