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Okej , jag har skrivit en berättelse, på engelska, för jääääääääätte länge sen. Läs den om ni vill, jag är inte säker på stavelsen men all kritit är bra:D
This is a story about a little girls named Sophie. Sophie lived in Forks,Washington. Forks was a little town with not more then 4000 people and it rained nearly every day. When Sophie grew up she lived with her mother, Beatrice, who had a drinkingproblem, and her father,Jim, who also had a drinkingproblem. When Sophie had turned 15 she new she couldnt live this way any more. It was a warm day in June. She went to her mother and said:" I can't live this way any more, you have to stop drinking..both of you."
"Oh, is that right?" Her mother said with a sarcastic voice. "You think you can tell us what we need to do? You know what, we don't need to listen to a word you say! You can get out, your old enough to take care of your self!"
Sophie knew she would never get this opertunity again,to run away from this missury. So she ran up to her room and packed her most inportant things, she also took one of her fathers vodka bottles. When she was finished packing she went down stairs, took a bag and packed it with food and bottles of water and walked out the door.
Sophie was'nt really a popular girl in school, but she was glad she had at least one good friend, Tara. Sophie went straight to Tara. When Tara opened the door Sophie huged her and asked : " I ran away from home, can I live with you for a while?"
Tara hesitated."Uhm, Soph, I don't know, I mean my parents would never agree.."
"Fine,I get it!"Sophie said with tears in her eyes and walked away. She went to the woods behind the supermarket, she remember that before her grandfather died a couple of years ago he had built a treehouse for her. She climed up the tree and into the treehouse. She started to unpack. The treehouse was just like an apartment so it had shelfs and a table and three shairs and a bed. She put her clothing in a locker and the vodka bottle on the table, she picked out a glas from one of the lockers and sat down on a chair.
She sat there,thinking about how her life would have been if her parents did'nt have a drinkingproblem, would she be sitting there alone in the woods with a bottle of vodka infront of her? She thought about what her grandfather would say. Before he died she used to spend every saturday with him, they used to take walks and play cards and just do the things she could'nt do with her parents. One day he had a heartattack and died, she cried and cried. She thought about what would be different if she had more friends. But she knew that her grandfather would never come back and tell her not to drink, and she knew that she had no friends that could stop her.
A few hours later Sophie woke up. "I must have fallen asleep" she said to her self. She was lying in teh couch, that her grandfather had built and put in there, she thought if she had done something she should'nt have. She thought that maybe she should'nt have finished the whole bottle, ske knew that she can't make it undun, she wanted someone to come and tell her that it is okay.. that it was going to be allright..
She knew that woud never happend, she thought about what could have been different in her life.
"Oh, is that right?" Her mother said with a sarcastic voice. "You think you can tell us what we need to do? You know what, we don't need to listen to a word you say! You can get out, your old enough to take care of your self!"
Sophie knew she would never get this opertunity again,to run away from this missury. So she ran up to her room and packed her most inportant things, she also took one of her fathers vodka bottles. When she was finished packing she went down stairs, took a bag and packed it with food and bottles of water and walked out the door.
Sophie was'nt really a popular girl in school, but she was glad she had at least one good friend, Tara. Sophie went straight to Tara. When Tara opened the door Sophie huged her and asked : " I ran away from home, can I live with you for a while?"
Tara hesitated."Uhm, Soph, I don't know, I mean my parents would never agree.."
"Fine,I get it!"Sophie said with tears in her eyes and walked away. She went to the woods behind the supermarket, she remember that before her grandfather died a couple of years ago he had built a treehouse for her. She climed up the tree and into the treehouse. She started to unpack. The treehouse was just like an apartment so it had shelfs and a table and three shairs and a bed. She put her clothing in a locker and the vodka bottle on the table, she picked out a glas from one of the lockers and sat down on a chair.
She sat there,thinking about how her life would have been if her parents did'nt have a drinkingproblem, would she be sitting there alone in the woods with a bottle of vodka infront of her? She thought about what her grandfather would say. Before he died she used to spend every saturday with him, they used to take walks and play cards and just do the things she could'nt do with her parents. One day he had a heartattack and died, she cried and cried. She thought about what would be different if she had more friends. But she knew that her grandfather would never come back and tell her not to drink, and she knew that she had no friends that could stop her.
A few hours later Sophie woke up. "I must have fallen asleep" she said to her self. She was lying in teh couch, that her grandfather had built and put in there, she thought if she had done something she should'nt have. She thought that maybe she should'nt have finished the whole bottle, ske knew that she can't make it undun, she wanted someone to come and tell her that it is okay.. that it was going to be allright..
She knew that woud never happend, she thought about what could have been different in her life.
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