Dying (Engelsk)

Dette er historien om en pige, der får en besked.

**Det er en kort historie på et par kapitler. Den er på engelsk**

**Den er ikke så god, da jeg har skrevet den på 1,5 time**


2. Kapitel 2

When I finally got out of the shower, I saw that it was already 9:20.

I walked over to my closet to find something to wear to Simon's party.


Simon was a senior like Lizzy, while I was a Junior. I'm originally from Denmark, so I didn't know that there were 4 'groups' of people. I thought there were only freshman, sophomore and senior.


We moved to England when I was 12, when my mom got a new job.

You are probably probably wondering why I dont think danish.


Well, to be honest, I didn't have a lot of friends in Denmark, so I didn't really have anyone to talk danish to. Of course my mom and I talked danish, we still do sometimes. But everyone talked english, and I didn't really have a choice, so I eventually starting thinking in english. I don't know why.


After looking through my clothes for about 5 minutes, I decided to wear a loose, dark blue t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I went in my bathroom to put makeup on, though it didn't end up looking so good, because I had to hurry a little bit.

I put on my eyeliner, messed up my eyeliner, took some grey eyeshadow on, and ended it all with some mascara.


I didn't wear foundation or concealer, mostly because I had dry skin, but also because I didn't get that many pimples. I was lucky that way. Well, not with the dry skin.


I walked downstairs, said goodbye to my mom and started walking towards Lizzy's house. On the way, I saw a young couple walking towards the park, and a girl looking really pissed while texting. I wondered why she was so mad, but I figured she was fighting with her boyfriend or something.


When I got to Lizzy's house, I forgot all about the girl, and knocked on the door.

Lizzy's mom, Mary, opened the door.

''Hi Mrs. Taylor.''

I smiled and she let me in.

''So, are you gonna drink?''

I looked at Mr. Taylor.

''Nah, not that much. I would like to be able to walk home alone.'' I said. ''And don't worry, i'll make sure Lizzy will be so drunk she can't stand.''


Lizzy's parents laughed and I went up the stairs to Lizzy. Lizzy and I have been friends since I moved here, so I know her parents pretty well now. They know I would never let her get too drunk, or get her into trouble. At least not intensionally.



I opened Lizzy's door, only to find her digging through a big pile of clothes. She looked up and said hi, then went back to the clothes. I went over to her desk and sat down, while looking at her. She held up two dresses. A blue, pretty one and a black, tight, short one.

''Which one?''

I looked at the dresses again.

''Blue. Your parents are never gonna let you go out in the black one.''

''You're right. Blue, it is!''

She took her dress on, while I found her shoes.



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