Lucas and Chrys

Intro

Description of Lucas

Lucas is 19 and has brown hair and brown eyes. He lived most of his life safely without much trouble. He was a sunshine kid and never did something wrong. He liked math and so explains him self as a math nerd. He lived in USA his whole life. To he decideds to visit somewhere new.

Description of Chrystel

Chrystel likes being called chrys. He is 19. He has short blond hair and blue eyes. He has blond eyebrows with a slit cut. He have had a ruff upbringing without any safe zone. No parents just foster care. He falls in to the streets of drugs. He feels fully hopeless to he accidentally meets the one who is gonna make his life better.


My name is Lucas and I am 19 and I want to visit Berlin. I always thought Berlin looked so beautiful on the postcards. The tall buildings and beautiful trees. My parents told me I shouldn’t go there because they hate talking English. They will rather act stupid to just answer you in English. Making it dam impossible to communicate. But I still wanna go.
I tried to learn some before I left but I cant say it worked well.

I arrived and it was beautiful like I imagined. It was a lot of people all over place. People talking in different languages not just German. It was so cool. I walked in to a store. It looked so different to what I am used to. I found some food I wanted to eat. I went to the casher. I learned numbers so I would know how much I needed to give them as even if I said hi in English they still talked German back.

I went out and ate the cookie I bought. I walked to the next store. And then another. At one point I was looking at some graffiti on a wall. Suddenly someone grabbed my back where I had everything. I yelled hey but people just looked and did nothing. The guy ran away with my things. I didn’t see his face but I ran after him. But he was so fucking fast. I was breathing fast when I accidently nocked in to someone.

“fuck” I said catching my breath. I leaned my arms on my leg looking down at the ground.

“I don’t think you gonna get that back” someone said in a broken English. With a German accent. But I still understood what he said tho. I looked up. He smiled at me. He had blond hair and blue eyes. I swallowed hard as I couldn’t stop staring at him. He chuckled when it got awkward.

“you should go to the cops” he said. He looked away. He was about to leave me. I felt so hopeless so I grabbed his arm. He looked at me confused first looking at my hand and then me. I stood up. He looked at me.

“pls help me. I don’t know where the cops are..i had everything there..s-shit” I said starting to panic realising I was fucked so bad. What am I gonna do? I lost my pass and all of my cash and my phone. E-everything.. how am I gonna get home. How am I gonna surivie??

“h-hey i-I can s-show y-you” he said not sure how to calm me down. He showed me to the station. I tried to talk to the cops, but they just said the stuff is lost and they cant do anything about it. It stressed me even more.

They also speaked broken English tho. The guy who had showed me here. I still don’t know his name. he went up to where I was standing. He started talking in German. I felt so left out and more like stranger in this big country. Lonely..

I looked at him some. I felt my cheeks turn red as I was realising what I was doing and that this isn’t the time.

They asked me for my name and phone number so if they did get my stuff they knew it was mine and then they just have to get to contact me. The guy gave them his number. I wasn’t fully sure why. He told me later tho.

“its so I can tell you if they get something” he said. After some more talking I left the police station. The guy followed me.

“do you have anywhere to stay?” he asked.