I´ve got rewiews! Thank you!* sings and dances like a crazy* Tell me, do I
have lots of writing errors? I haven´t got used to write in English,
because I´m Finnish.
Well, I´ll let you back to the story.
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I woke up when the morning´s first sun rays intruded of the window. (damn the curtains!) Christian was still sleeping. I stretched my arms and stand up carefully because I didn´t want to wake Christian. Poor Christian. He´s going to have a terrible headache when he wokes up. Or do you get a hangover drinking absinth? Actually I don´t know. I´ve never had an opportunity to taste it.
I was a bit hungry, but where would I get food right now? Nowhere. Then I remembered the typewriter and the sheet on it. Should I read it? Maybe a little bit, Christian doesn´t notice! So I sat down and started to read it. Dear Satine, it said, you´d want me to write our story. Many days and weeks I wasn´t able to do it... And maybe I´m not yet, but let´s try...
I couldn´t read forward, because somebody came in. I stand up quickly and saw that the comer was Toulouse. He was wearing silly clothes and strange make-up. He looked like a clown or pantomimic.
"Christian! Wake up! You´ll need to get to the interview!" Toulouse shouted. He reminded my mother. It´s so irritating when somebody is screaming next to your ear early in the morning when you´d just like to sleep! That´s one of the few moments when I´d like to hit somebody.
Christian mumbled something and I think he was thinking a same as I do in the mornings, because he was trying to find something to throw, eyes still closed. Suddenly there flew a shoe very near of Toulouse´s head. "Oops, you missed!" Toulouse laughed. I shaked my head and smiled. They are crazy, but funny. I wish everybody would be like they. Everyone just stares at me at school when I´m doing something crazy. Except my friends. Luckily they are like me!
Christian crawled out under his blankets and kneaded his head. "Oh God, this headache is killing me! Wish I hadn´t drink so..." he stopped when he saw me. He squinted and said to Toulouse pointing at me: "Did I..? I mean is she..?"
"No, I´m not a whore and no, I didn´t sleep with you," I said.
"I didn´t mean that," Christian said embarrassed. "I just wanted to know did I come here with you, and who you are?"
"I am Sara, and I was looking for an appartment. Then I saw yours and the landlady opened the door," I said trying to stay in the original story.
"And Sara likes your pad," Toulouse said eagerly and checked his pocket watch. "But now you´ll have to hurry! The interview is at nine and it´s almost half nine!"
Christian looked a bit fed up. "Yes, yes, mum," he said quietly and Toulouse hurried to the door and shouted: "And don´t forget to put your suit on!"
Now he certainly sounded like my mother! And why is he always rushing somewhere? He´s like the busy rabbit from the Alice in Wonderland. Always running with his pocket watch.
Christian was now shaving his beard and humming some melody. His hand shook and he got a little cut to his chin. "Damn!" he shouted angrily.
"A bad hangover?" I asked after listening a few cusswords.
Christian turned at me and looked a bit surprised. Apparently he had thought that I had went with Toulouse. "Y-yes," he said pressing a paper on his chin.
"I know what helps with a headache," I said and pressed the nerve between my thumb and second finger. "See, just press there and the pain fades away."
He did what I told and said: "Hey, that works! Are you some kind of a doctor?"
I laughed and said: "No. But I think you´ll have to go now, if you want to get to the interview. Can I come with you, so I could buy something to eat?"
Christian nodded and told me to go waiting downstairs until he´d change his clothes.
I went down and saw the city behind hundred years. There was lots of people, but no cars. Nobody seemed to have rush anywhere, everybody was just walking slowly. The atmosphere was like in the paintings of Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, ordinary, but happy. I also realized that my outfit was quite different than theirs, I had jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. But I decided not to care about that. I looked ten times more ordinary beside Toulouse´s clothes! But maybe it´s some trend there, who knows? Yeah right, Toulouse is strange. But I like him.
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I woke up when the morning´s first sun rays intruded of the window. (damn the curtains!) Christian was still sleeping. I stretched my arms and stand up carefully because I didn´t want to wake Christian. Poor Christian. He´s going to have a terrible headache when he wokes up. Or do you get a hangover drinking absinth? Actually I don´t know. I´ve never had an opportunity to taste it.
I was a bit hungry, but where would I get food right now? Nowhere. Then I remembered the typewriter and the sheet on it. Should I read it? Maybe a little bit, Christian doesn´t notice! So I sat down and started to read it. Dear Satine, it said, you´d want me to write our story. Many days and weeks I wasn´t able to do it... And maybe I´m not yet, but let´s try...
I couldn´t read forward, because somebody came in. I stand up quickly and saw that the comer was Toulouse. He was wearing silly clothes and strange make-up. He looked like a clown or pantomimic.
"Christian! Wake up! You´ll need to get to the interview!" Toulouse shouted. He reminded my mother. It´s so irritating when somebody is screaming next to your ear early in the morning when you´d just like to sleep! That´s one of the few moments when I´d like to hit somebody.
Christian mumbled something and I think he was thinking a same as I do in the mornings, because he was trying to find something to throw, eyes still closed. Suddenly there flew a shoe very near of Toulouse´s head. "Oops, you missed!" Toulouse laughed. I shaked my head and smiled. They are crazy, but funny. I wish everybody would be like they. Everyone just stares at me at school when I´m doing something crazy. Except my friends. Luckily they are like me!
Christian crawled out under his blankets and kneaded his head. "Oh God, this headache is killing me! Wish I hadn´t drink so..." he stopped when he saw me. He squinted and said to Toulouse pointing at me: "Did I..? I mean is she..?"
"No, I´m not a whore and no, I didn´t sleep with you," I said.
"I didn´t mean that," Christian said embarrassed. "I just wanted to know did I come here with you, and who you are?"
"I am Sara, and I was looking for an appartment. Then I saw yours and the landlady opened the door," I said trying to stay in the original story.
"And Sara likes your pad," Toulouse said eagerly and checked his pocket watch. "But now you´ll have to hurry! The interview is at nine and it´s almost half nine!"
Christian looked a bit fed up. "Yes, yes, mum," he said quietly and Toulouse hurried to the door and shouted: "And don´t forget to put your suit on!"
Now he certainly sounded like my mother! And why is he always rushing somewhere? He´s like the busy rabbit from the Alice in Wonderland. Always running with his pocket watch.
Christian was now shaving his beard and humming some melody. His hand shook and he got a little cut to his chin. "Damn!" he shouted angrily.
"A bad hangover?" I asked after listening a few cusswords.
Christian turned at me and looked a bit surprised. Apparently he had thought that I had went with Toulouse. "Y-yes," he said pressing a paper on his chin.
"I know what helps with a headache," I said and pressed the nerve between my thumb and second finger. "See, just press there and the pain fades away."
He did what I told and said: "Hey, that works! Are you some kind of a doctor?"
I laughed and said: "No. But I think you´ll have to go now, if you want to get to the interview. Can I come with you, so I could buy something to eat?"
Christian nodded and told me to go waiting downstairs until he´d change his clothes.
I went down and saw the city behind hundred years. There was lots of people, but no cars. Nobody seemed to have rush anywhere, everybody was just walking slowly. The atmosphere was like in the paintings of Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, ordinary, but happy. I also realized that my outfit was quite different than theirs, I had jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. But I decided not to care about that. I looked ten times more ordinary beside Toulouse´s clothes! But maybe it´s some trend there, who knows? Yeah right, Toulouse is strange. But I like him.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ That was a short chapter, but it was a good place to stop.