Mein Freund

Mein Freund

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WpMetadataReadЗавершенная история суб, сент. 14, 2019<5 min
Die wunderschönen Sommerferien waren vorbei. Ich war ziemlich enttäuscht, denn ich wollte noch so viele Videospiele zuende Spielen, aber jetzt würde mir die Zeit dazu fehlen. Wenigstens kann ich meine Freunde wiedersehen. Die Schule begann früh am Morgen, um 5 Uhr, also war es noch dunkel, weswegen man Dinge nur sehr schlecht wahrnehmen konnte. Trotz der Finsternis sah ich eine, mir nicht bekannte Person. Ich wunderte mich wer das ist, schlussendlich war es mir aber doch egal. Als ich in den Klassenraum betrat, meinte mein Lehrer, dass wir einen neuen Schüler hätten und sein Name Brinney wäre. Als der Junge in die Klasse kam, erblickte ich den Schüler, den ich draußen gesehen hatte. Ich mochte ihn irgendwie, deswegen bot ich ihm an, dass er sich neben mich setzen könne, was er auch tat. Wir verstanden uns sehr gut und wurden ziemlich schnell Freunde.
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