Aufeinmal war es so..

Aufeinmal war es so..

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Jeder kann sich vorstellen,so eine Art "Promi" zu sein.Als kleines Mädchen träumte man eine Prinzessin oder Ballerina zu sein und als Junge vielleicht ein berühmter Astronaut oder Rennfahrer.Je älter man wurde desto mehr verschwand diese Träumerei.Irgendwann kam YouTube und man hatte nun einen neuen Traum.Ich möchte ihn unbedingt treffen.Warum ich nun "Ihn" sage?Nunja,wer würde nicht gern einen YouTuber treffen?Und was wenn es wahr wird?
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Jenny and I were way ahead of the others. He was talking but I was thinking and ignored him. Instead I was enjoying the beauty of nature, looking at all the beautiful trees. Then suddenly one of the trees caught my attention. It was very big, tall, and beautiful. For some reason I was immediately attracted to it. I stopped in front of it and observed it. My boyfriend was still mumbling. I reached out and touched the tree. Then I realized there was writing on it. It looked like someone had carved it with a knife, but the letters looked too good to be made by someone carelessly. Unless they are an artist or something. PINTU KE DUNIA LAIN. "I wonder what's written there," Jenny said. "Entrance to another world," I said, staring at the words. "How do you know what's written there? What language is it?" "I don't know. Somehow, it seems familiar." "How?" "I don't know." I began to feel the words on the tree, then I began to trace the words with my finger. Jenny clung to me as usual. When I traced the last letter of the last word, suddenly a blue light appeared. The light grew into a large ring around the pitch black portal. Without understanding why, I moved towards it. Jenny tried to stop me but she was small and I was strong. We both disappeared from where we stood. Then fell to the ground in the forest. But this forest was different. This was definitely not America.

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