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“Yeah, I was a bit nervous, and I thought that it wouldn’t work out, but it actually did."
“But, you’re not bullied or something?"
“No, I just don’t want to be one of those girls who always care about how they look, make up and which boy who’s the prettiest." Sa hon.
“Ah, okay… But why did those girls called you bitch yesterday?"
“Because they’re jealous of me."
“Why?"
“The leader, of that girl group’s boyfriend, is interested of me. Only because I’m not like other girls probably. He just thinks so, because I’m from Sweden, but that’s not true. Girls from Sweden are wannabe US girls." Sa hon och skrattade.
“What makes you so different from the other ones?"
“I don’t like attention, and I can’t see the funny thing about running around and spread rumors and shit about everyone."
“But that’s good!"
“Yeah, maybe you think so, but the other ones call me pussy." Hur kan man kalla en så underbar person som henne för fitta?! Jag hade lust att slå de jävlarna. Ingen skulle kalla henne något dumt bara för att hon inte är som alla andra!
"How can they do that to you?!" morrade jag. Hon ryckte på axlarna.
"I don’t know. They call me things only because I’m a virgin and don’t smoke..."
“Oh god… People are stupid!"
“Yeah…"
“By the way, how old are you?"
“I’m 16."
“16?" Haha, jag var ett år ifrån att ha rätt om hennes ålder.
"Yeah, my birthday was yesterday when I met you guys."
“What a lovely birthday." Muttrade jag.
“Yes, actually! That was my best birthday present ever!"
“Haha aw, well, happy birthday then." Sa jag.
“It’s too late now, but thanks."
“It’s better that I say it too late, than never." Hon log.
“What more wonderful qualities do you have?"
“Eh… I wouldn’t say wonderful, but do you really want to hear them?" sa hon.
“Of course!"
“Okay, which ones first? The bad ones or the good ones?"
“Start with the bad ones." Sa jag.
“Okay… I easily get jealous, I can get mad for nothing when I have my period. When it comes to you or someone else in Tokio Hotel, I can really get angry if anyone says anything. Sometimes I can really be a bitch. And… Eh…"
“Mickaela, that’s quite normal. You’re a girl." Avbröt jag.
“Sch! I’m not finished!" sa hon.
"Sorry..." flinade jag.
"Oh right, you know this thing with the moon?"
“Yeah? When it becomes new moon?"
“Yes, I can be really oversensitive! I can cry for everything and nothing. It’s the same when I have my period."
“Ah, okay. But now I want to hear the good ones!"
“Okay… Eh… I’m kind, I love to take care of people, it’s really hard for me to fall in love with someone, I can make people laugh and some of my friends said to me that I was like a living diary, because she could tell me everything. The only different between me and a diary was that I could give her advice."
“Yeah, I was a bit nervous, and I thought that it wouldn’t work out, but it actually did."
“But, you’re not bullied or something?"
“No, I just don’t want to be one of those girls who always care about how they look, make up and which boy who’s the prettiest." Sa hon.
“Ah, okay… But why did those girls called you bitch yesterday?"
“Because they’re jealous of me."
“Why?"
“The leader, of that girl group’s boyfriend, is interested of me. Only because I’m not like other girls probably. He just thinks so, because I’m from Sweden, but that’s not true. Girls from Sweden are wannabe US girls." Sa hon och skrattade.
“What makes you so different from the other ones?"
“I don’t like attention, and I can’t see the funny thing about running around and spread rumors and shit about everyone."
“But that’s good!"
“Yeah, maybe you think so, but the other ones call me pussy." Hur kan man kalla en så underbar person som henne för fitta?! Jag hade lust att slå de jävlarna. Ingen skulle kalla henne något dumt bara för att hon inte är som alla andra!
"How can they do that to you?!" morrade jag. Hon ryckte på axlarna.
"I don’t know. They call me things only because I’m a virgin and don’t smoke..."
“Oh god… People are stupid!"
“Yeah…"
“By the way, how old are you?"
“I’m 16."
“16?" Haha, jag var ett år ifrån att ha rätt om hennes ålder.
"Yeah, my birthday was yesterday when I met you guys."
“What a lovely birthday." Muttrade jag.
“Yes, actually! That was my best birthday present ever!"
“Haha aw, well, happy birthday then." Sa jag.
“It’s too late now, but thanks."
“It’s better that I say it too late, than never." Hon log.
“What more wonderful qualities do you have?"
“Eh… I wouldn’t say wonderful, but do you really want to hear them?" sa hon.
“Of course!"
“Okay, which ones first? The bad ones or the good ones?"
“Start with the bad ones." Sa jag.
“Okay… I easily get jealous, I can get mad for nothing when I have my period. When it comes to you or someone else in Tokio Hotel, I can really get angry if anyone says anything. Sometimes I can really be a bitch. And… Eh…"
“Mickaela, that’s quite normal. You’re a girl." Avbröt jag.
“Sch! I’m not finished!" sa hon.
"Sorry..." flinade jag.
"Oh right, you know this thing with the moon?"
“Yeah? When it becomes new moon?"
“Yes, I can be really oversensitive! I can cry for everything and nothing. It’s the same when I have my period."
“Ah, okay. But now I want to hear the good ones!"
“Okay… Eh… I’m kind, I love to take care of people, it’s really hard for me to fall in love with someone, I can make people laugh and some of my friends said to me that I was like a living diary, because she could tell me everything. The only different between me and a diary was that I could give her advice."
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