Tänkte visa ett par stycken ur min berättelse! Det är nog ganska svårt att förstå sammanhanget på det här viset, men ni kan ju läsa boken när den väl har blivit publicerad, haha... Skämt åsido.

Though, nothing of these things happened to me this morning in may, the year I turned seventeen. Yes, the alarm woke me up and I felt so tired I couldn’t think, and I really wanted to go back to sleep. But as the good girl I was, I sat up the same moment I opened my eyes, and didn’t lie down again, even though my head was heavy like a medicine ball and lights were dancing in front of my eyes. Then, before I could even consider falling back to the pillows, I trembled out of bed.

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The parking lot was almost empty as I crossed it. The rest of the students would probably arrive in their cars in ten minutes or so. I myself walked to school. First of all, the way was so short it wouldn’t be necessary driving there, and second of all, we had one car, and my dad drove it to work every day. Nevertheless, I didn’t mind a walk. The fresh air had an ability to cheer me up a little and give me a more positive way of thinking, which was needed; my first lesson was often science. Let’s just say it wasn’t one of my favourite subjects.

Finns det nån annan översättning av "medicinboll"? Min känns lite försvenskad, liksom. Hmm...

Kram igen (och den här gången av mig och ingen lurvig nallebjörn)