| Why did I go on that date!? |
| Dette er en engelsk stil, jeg skrev i 7. klasse. Vi skulle skrive en slags gyser, hvor det overordnet tema var "wierd" (underligt) |
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Why did I go on that date!? I ran! Finally I found a place to hide myself. My breath was very violent. I looked back in to the passage. He was gone, but I could still hear his step getting closer. I checked my cell phone, there was no connection. I could feel the panic raising within me. Why did I go on that date!? It all started earlier that night. I was home, making my make-up and putting on clothes, before our meeting. He said to me, that he would be there around 9 o’clock. It was exactly 9, when a limo arrived in front of my apartment. I opened the door and in front of me, there was a tall and good looking guy. I smiled and he returned my smile. “Is this where Miss Beauty lives?” he asked. I couldn’t hold back my laugh. He was such a gentleman. I know that he recognized me and knew my name, but sometimes he just surprised me. He picked a restaurant far away from where I lived, it was very fancy and it looked very expensive. I looked around. There was a lot of paintings and sculpture of old people. The waiter showed us to our table. It was in a private suite and I was surprised that he made all this, just for me. The food was very delicious and after dinner, we sat and talked for hours. It was like he already knew me, because he had the answers for all my questions. He was understanding of my problems and he just sat there listening. I felt so confident in his company. He insisted to walk me home and I couldn’t say no, I thought what can happen? He was so nice and kind. But I wish I never said yes. On the way home he became a lot scarier! He would say things like: “How short is your dress?”, “Are you wearing underpants?” and I became insecure. I tried to run away from him, but he caught my arm, and pulled me into his arms. I was screaming when I saw his face. It was muddy and his eyes turned white. “Where are you going, honey bunny?” I have never in my entire life been so afraid! I ran! Finally I found a place to hide myself. My breath was very violent. I looked back in to the passage. He was gone, but I could still here his step getting closer. I check my cell phone, there was no connection. I could feel the panic raising within me. Why did I go on that date!? Why did I go on that date!? I kept saying to myself. I, Eva Von Beltish was killed that night by a serial killer called the Honey Bunny. Now I’m sitting here in this passage waiting for an 18 year old girl to come by! My soul has been taken away and now I’m just a ghost living in a passage. xX Eva Von Betish – dead and gone forever… |