Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
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Does this story has to be continued? cuz part 24 will be the end
Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
5. Katja
I looked up to an immense big building, before I walked inside to go to the school administration.
After a short conversation, a big search for my locker, almost stumbled two times because of those horrible heels and hating myself because of this ugly clothes I finally found the classroom. I stepped inside, and saw a class where most people were searching for a place.
‘Oh, you are the new one?’ the teacher said and was unpacking his own stuff. ‘Sit down at the left, with Raul, Raul, introduce her a bit to the school, ok, she’s new,’ Raul smiled gently, he was a boy with short brown hair, nice guy. The other people also sat down and so the maths lesson started.
I looked at the food on my plate, already started feeling miserable. It truly looked like shit. Hoping that it would taste better then it looked like I searched for a place to sit. Looking around me I saw there were not many places which I wanted, or I had to sit with some boys who were more interested in their calculators then a shower. I rolled my eyes, and walked to a table were some random people sat. I shove some bag away and tried to sit down charming, like that was possible with a skirt.
‘And what do you think you are doing?’ some guy looked at me, kinda angry.
‘Trying to eat, you see,’ I said and looked also angry back.
‘And, why we do that here?’
‘Guy, I’m only one, so not we, or do your magnifiers don’t work anymore? I’ll make it clear, I have such a fucking shit day, have to wear this, so I look like a monkey, and I have to eat this stuff what is named as food, and I don’t need any nagging of someone who even doesn’t know my name, thank you,’ demonstrative I took my fork and ruddered some in the potatoes before I took some, and it tasted like ditch-water.
‘I’m Trevor,’ he said.
‘Katja,’ I replied.
I looked up to an immense big building, before I walked inside to go to the school administration.
After a short conversation, a big search for my locker, almost stumbled two times because of those horrible heels and hating myself because of this ugly clothes I finally found the classroom. I stepped inside, and saw a class where most people were searching for a place.
‘Oh, you are the new one?’ the teacher said and was unpacking his own stuff. ‘Sit down at the left, with Raul, Raul, introduce her a bit to the school, ok, she’s new,’ Raul smiled gently, he was a boy with short brown hair, nice guy. The other people also sat down and so the maths lesson started.
I looked at the food on my plate, already started feeling miserable. It truly looked like shit. Hoping that it would taste better then it looked like I searched for a place to sit. Looking around me I saw there were not many places which I wanted, or I had to sit with some boys who were more interested in their calculators then a shower. I rolled my eyes, and walked to a table were some random people sat. I shove some bag away and tried to sit down charming, like that was possible with a skirt.
‘And what do you think you are doing?’ some guy looked at me, kinda angry.
‘Trying to eat, you see,’ I said and looked also angry back.
‘And, why we do that here?’
‘Guy, I’m only one, so not we, or do your magnifiers don’t work anymore? I’ll make it clear, I have such a fucking shit day, have to wear this, so I look like a monkey, and I have to eat this stuff what is named as food, and I don’t need any nagging of someone who even doesn’t know my name, thank you,’ demonstrative I took my fork and ruddered some in the potatoes before I took some, and it tasted like ditch-water.
‘I’m Trevor,’ he said.
‘Katja,’ I replied.
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Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
Who's that mean guy?
and what is she eating?
and what is she eating?
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Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
this sooo great
emilia- Number of posts : 2012
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Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
oops, forgot something..
‘I’m Trevor,’ he said.
‘Katja,’ I replied.
most important
‘I’m Trevor,’ he said.
‘Katja,’ I replied.
most important
Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
good that she didn't kill the guy with he fork
Prisca- Number of posts : 12495
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Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
6. Pris
I finished the lessons today, again. God, how boring. Like you need maths for the real life. For going out you definitely didn’t needed it. I didn’t cared a lot about school. Sometimes when dad asked for my marks list I got a big preach about how important school was for my future. But I thought it was alright, I didn’t got only A’s, but also not lower then C, well except for Maths, Spanish and German. But whatever, I already knew what I was going to do. I have a beautiful voice. Well, if I have to believe my dad, sing teacher, friends an public, and I did that, I recorded my voice often. I was going to sing later, with daddy’s contacts with the studios and Ony’s references (which I was sure he would give me, even if we broke up – I started to be good with that ‘stay friends’ part) I would fix it, releasing some single when I was 18. not earlier, I wanted to enjoy my privacy for a while, and my nose correction. It was already next month! I was so excited, a nose correction, I had to nag for ages at daddy and though he said there was nothing wrong with my nose, and that I would always be his little beautiful girl, he gave me the prove when I was 16, I was on the waiting list. How amazing! All my friends jealous of course. On my 15th I got that limousine with driver, before daddy drove me to school, but he was getting busy with his work, understandable of course. A private driver was so cool! Daddy gave a lot about me, I got 200 euros a month, which I spend in no time of course, but yeah, it was the most of all my friends. Those were jealous, it was I knew them better, otherwise I would thought it are some jealous kiddies who have no life. But I was someone to be jealous at. And now I was waiting in front of the windows of my favourite shop at my boyfriend. He already made it in the music business. Whole Spain – the female part – liked him, and I was his girl. The first one in almost three years, how cute he was, to keep everything for one true love. I didn’t know or I believed in true love, but if someone came near to it, it was Ony. I mean, he was perfect! But too late.
I finished the lessons today, again. God, how boring. Like you need maths for the real life. For going out you definitely didn’t needed it. I didn’t cared a lot about school. Sometimes when dad asked for my marks list I got a big preach about how important school was for my future. But I thought it was alright, I didn’t got only A’s, but also not lower then C, well except for Maths, Spanish and German. But whatever, I already knew what I was going to do. I have a beautiful voice. Well, if I have to believe my dad, sing teacher, friends an public, and I did that, I recorded my voice often. I was going to sing later, with daddy’s contacts with the studios and Ony’s references (which I was sure he would give me, even if we broke up – I started to be good with that ‘stay friends’ part) I would fix it, releasing some single when I was 18. not earlier, I wanted to enjoy my privacy for a while, and my nose correction. It was already next month! I was so excited, a nose correction, I had to nag for ages at daddy and though he said there was nothing wrong with my nose, and that I would always be his little beautiful girl, he gave me the prove when I was 16, I was on the waiting list. How amazing! All my friends jealous of course. On my 15th I got that limousine with driver, before daddy drove me to school, but he was getting busy with his work, understandable of course. A private driver was so cool! Daddy gave a lot about me, I got 200 euros a month, which I spend in no time of course, but yeah, it was the most of all my friends. Those were jealous, it was I knew them better, otherwise I would thought it are some jealous kiddies who have no life. But I was someone to be jealous at. And now I was waiting in front of the windows of my favourite shop at my boyfriend. He already made it in the music business. Whole Spain – the female part – liked him, and I was his girl. The first one in almost three years, how cute he was, to keep everything for one true love. I didn’t know or I believed in true love, but if someone came near to it, it was Ony. I mean, he was perfect! But too late.
Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
i feel good... tererer...... so good, so good... i got you... aaauuuuu
(don't try to understand that)
very goood
(don't try to understand that)
very goood
Prisca- Number of posts : 12495
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Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
sooo great part
emilia- Number of posts : 2012
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Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
do you like the way you act?*Pris* wrote:i feel good... tererer...... so good, so good... i got you... aaauuuuu
(don't try to understand that)
very goood
Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
since that isn't me in the real life, i like it
Prisca- Number of posts : 12495
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more!
7. Again Priscila
I looked at my watch I got last month from daddy, the time was difficult to see because of all those diamonds, but it was more for the show. The time I could see on my cellphone, I took my brand new toy, photo camera, radio, mp3-player, Bluetooth, all that shit. And yeah, you also can text and call with it. And there was also a clock on it, it told me it was 15.34. Too late, monsieur, 4 minutes. I looked in the window of the shop to check my make-up, it needed some mascara, I put away my cellphone and took my mascara out of my purse. I putted it on and looked in the window again, perfect, though I said it myself. Because I was so busy with my make-up, I didn’t saw yet what hang behind that window. I almost got no breath. The most beautiful shirt I ever say. I tried to recognize the label, no brand, oh, pity, so no shirt for me, the shirt next to it, Armani, yes that was acceptable. I looked fast around me, no Ony yet, I ran into the shop and asked the lady or she had the shirt in my size, yes, she had. I flew into a dress cabin and put it on. Perfect! I admired myself in the mirror. In my horoscope there stood I would buy the best thing in century, but I thought that were the Gucci’s on my feet. Wait, how much cost this shirt actually? I only had 100 in my purse, shit, 112. I put it off and shook my head to the lady who looked at me inquiring. Hopefully that girl doesn’t thought I was too fat for size 34. If it would continue with my budget like this, I would have to work, imagine, work. I walked outside, waiting for Ony. He parked his car – no idea what it was, I don’t like cars, but obviously an expensive one – Yes, my Ony got taste. I saw that when I looked at some other guys, whose mouth hang open. Or they thought Ony was a girl or something, but yeah, he was sooo beautiful that he had to be a girl.
7. Again Priscila
I looked at my watch I got last month from daddy, the time was difficult to see because of all those diamonds, but it was more for the show. The time I could see on my cellphone, I took my brand new toy, photo camera, radio, mp3-player, Bluetooth, all that shit. And yeah, you also can text and call with it. And there was also a clock on it, it told me it was 15.34. Too late, monsieur, 4 minutes. I looked in the window of the shop to check my make-up, it needed some mascara, I put away my cellphone and took my mascara out of my purse. I putted it on and looked in the window again, perfect, though I said it myself. Because I was so busy with my make-up, I didn’t saw yet what hang behind that window. I almost got no breath. The most beautiful shirt I ever say. I tried to recognize the label, no brand, oh, pity, so no shirt for me, the shirt next to it, Armani, yes that was acceptable. I looked fast around me, no Ony yet, I ran into the shop and asked the lady or she had the shirt in my size, yes, she had. I flew into a dress cabin and put it on. Perfect! I admired myself in the mirror. In my horoscope there stood I would buy the best thing in century, but I thought that were the Gucci’s on my feet. Wait, how much cost this shirt actually? I only had 100 in my purse, shit, 112. I put it off and shook my head to the lady who looked at me inquiring. Hopefully that girl doesn’t thought I was too fat for size 34. If it would continue with my budget like this, I would have to work, imagine, work. I walked outside, waiting for Ony. He parked his car – no idea what it was, I don’t like cars, but obviously an expensive one – Yes, my Ony got taste. I saw that when I looked at some other guys, whose mouth hang open. Or they thought Ony was a girl or something, but yeah, he was sooo beautiful that he had to be a girl.
Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
i just laugh and laugh with this.... i look like the girl who thinks is the queen of that place
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but is great... i love the way you are writting... i can stop laughing
Prisca- Number of posts : 12495
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again sooo great
i really like this story
i really like this story
emilia- Number of posts : 2012
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8. More Pris again
‘Ony!!’ I yelled and ran to him. I felt the boys’ eyes again and could understand their mouths fell even further open. Ony took me in his arms and hided his face in my hair.
‘I’ve missed you, honey,’ he mumbled.
‘Missed you to, Ony,’ I replied and kissed him softly, he answered me more passionate. When I thought it was getting too long, I got back, not so soft, directly, and who keeps something, has something. ‘I’ve seen such an amazing shirt,’ I said and pulled him with me to the shop.
‘The left one?’ he asked.
‘No, dumbie, the Armani one,’ I said.
‘Oh yes, good, beautiful one,’ he acted more like getting back, surely scared he had to pay or something, hmm… not a bad idea at all.
‘Don’t you wanna know how it looks on me, sweetie?’
‘Well, uuh…,’ he looked at his car like he searched there for help. ‘Yes, of course,’ he admitted after that.
‘Look!’ I took his hand and we went inside, there I grabbed the shirt and I walked to a dress cabin. When I had it on, I grabbed him also into the dress cabin and kissed him. I had to do something back.
‘I love you,’ he whispered. Look. That’s the way a boy not has to start, loving sounds so..so.. forever, like you could never get away from someone, nothing for me, but yeah, we were talking here about Ony, and that was different.
‘I love you to,’ I replied and looked deep into his eyes.
‘Are you going to buy the shirt?’ he asked, like he now noticed it, yes, before he was too busy with me.
‘Well, I don’t know, does it fit me?’
‘It fits you perfectly and it looks wonderful!’
I looked in my purse. ‘Aw, too less money,’ I said disappointed and showed him the 100 euros.
‘I’ll pay it, sweetie,’ he said. I nodded confident. ‘Thank you!’
He left the dress cabin and I changed my clothes back. He putted his arm around me and we walked to the pay-desk. And in that shop stood Katja, like petrified she looked at us. She almost let fall the blue skirt, exactly one like she wore, when she looked at Ony. Maybe she was fan of D’NASH. I’ve seen how she had problems with her lock of the bike after school, but who came with the bike to school? Maybe iif we became friends I allowed her to drive with me in the limousine. She surely got taste when she hang around here, and if she thought Ony was good… I pulled Ony to me, and kissed him, just to make something clear to Katja.
‘Ony!!’ I yelled and ran to him. I felt the boys’ eyes again and could understand their mouths fell even further open. Ony took me in his arms and hided his face in my hair.
‘I’ve missed you, honey,’ he mumbled.
‘Missed you to, Ony,’ I replied and kissed him softly, he answered me more passionate. When I thought it was getting too long, I got back, not so soft, directly, and who keeps something, has something. ‘I’ve seen such an amazing shirt,’ I said and pulled him with me to the shop.
‘The left one?’ he asked.
‘No, dumbie, the Armani one,’ I said.
‘Oh yes, good, beautiful one,’ he acted more like getting back, surely scared he had to pay or something, hmm… not a bad idea at all.
‘Don’t you wanna know how it looks on me, sweetie?’
‘Well, uuh…,’ he looked at his car like he searched there for help. ‘Yes, of course,’ he admitted after that.
‘Look!’ I took his hand and we went inside, there I grabbed the shirt and I walked to a dress cabin. When I had it on, I grabbed him also into the dress cabin and kissed him. I had to do something back.
‘I love you,’ he whispered. Look. That’s the way a boy not has to start, loving sounds so..so.. forever, like you could never get away from someone, nothing for me, but yeah, we were talking here about Ony, and that was different.
‘I love you to,’ I replied and looked deep into his eyes.
‘Are you going to buy the shirt?’ he asked, like he now noticed it, yes, before he was too busy with me.
‘Well, I don’t know, does it fit me?’
‘It fits you perfectly and it looks wonderful!’
I looked in my purse. ‘Aw, too less money,’ I said disappointed and showed him the 100 euros.
‘I’ll pay it, sweetie,’ he said. I nodded confident. ‘Thank you!’
He left the dress cabin and I changed my clothes back. He putted his arm around me and we walked to the pay-desk. And in that shop stood Katja, like petrified she looked at us. She almost let fall the blue skirt, exactly one like she wore, when she looked at Ony. Maybe she was fan of D’NASH. I’ve seen how she had problems with her lock of the bike after school, but who came with the bike to school? Maybe iif we became friends I allowed her to drive with me in the limousine. She surely got taste when she hang around here, and if she thought Ony was good… I pulled Ony to me, and kissed him, just to make something clear to Katja.
Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
and now I wrote enough for today
I go to bed, sleep well girls
I go to bed, sleep well girls
Re: Real And Fake - Pris vs. Katja (finished!)
Yes this is really great
emilia- Number of posts : 2012
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i'm a witch
but i like ony
great parts... great job Tet...
sleep well
but i like ony
great parts... great job Tet...
sleep well
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this is so great
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