Translation
Fanfic: Hilfe, ich bin ein Sajajin -=- Part One
Chapter: Help, I am a Sajajin = Part One
The time had finally come, today was my 16th birthday. The sun was shining and it promised to be a wonderful day. But a second later my soaring had come to an end: school! So I swung myself out of bed a little disgruntled, just wanted to put on my pants ... and looked pretty stupid when I tore them up in front of my eyes. "Bad quality!", I thought to myself, then I quickly hid the broken pants so that my mother couldn't see them. I put on another one very carefully and went into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Shanto, did you sleep well?" My mother asked me. "Yeah, well," I replied. I sat down at the table and took a piece of bread, but it immediately crumbled in my hand. What was going on now? First the pants and now something like that. At that moment my father came into the kitchen and greeted me with a "Mooaang!", Which seemed a bit scary to me. "I have to go to school. Bye!"I called and was out the door before my parents even understood what was happening.
I walked to the bus stop, 2 kilometers, for which I didn't even need 2 minutes, and that without too much effort. I stood at the bus stop, a bit puzzled, I hadn't even noticed that I was faster than usual today. A few minutes later the bus came to take me to school.
In the first hour we had sport. I wasn't a sportsman, so my enthusiasm was limited. I changed, this time with no problems, and went to the sports field. Football was hot, great. Most of the time I fail at the task of fitting the ball somewhere, maybe as a child I should have played ball with the other children more often. Anyway, the teams were chosen and I was parked in a corner to "defend" so as not to obstruct the other players.
We played about 20 minutes and I realized that I didn't have to make any effort to follow the others. Then there was another attack! The best soccer player in our class stormed forward and shot at the goal with all his might! It seemed to me as if the ball was flying in slow motion towards the goal, I ran to it, jumped up and caught it with my chest. I landed and looked around. Everyone stood around stupidly and stared at me. "What's going on?" I asked. "How did you do that?" The gym teacher asked me. “Done what?” “Suddenly you rushed across the field, hit a ball with full force on your chest and wondered what was so special about it?” I hadn't noticed that I had done anything different than usual . "Well, it doesn't matter, let's keep playing." I said.
And we went on playing, what else could we do?
"Good morning, Shanto, did you sleep well?" My mother asked me. "Yeah, well," I replied. I sat down at the table and took a piece of bread, but it immediately crumbled in my hand. What was going on now? First the pants and now something like that. At that moment my father came into the kitchen and greeted me with a "Mooaang!", Which seemed a bit scary to me. "I have to go to school. Bye!"I called and was out the door before my parents even understood what was happening.
I walked to the bus stop, 2 kilometers, for which I didn't even need 2 minutes, and that without too much effort. I stood at the bus stop, a bit puzzled, I hadn't even noticed that I was faster than usual today. A few minutes later the bus came to take me to school.
In the first hour we had sport. I wasn't a sportsman, so my enthusiasm was limited. I changed, this time with no problems, and went to the sports field. Football was hot, great. Most of the time I fail at the task of fitting the ball somewhere, maybe as a child I should have played ball with the other children more often. Anyway, the teams were chosen and I was parked in a corner to "defend" so as not to obstruct the other players.
We played about 20 minutes and I realized that I didn't have to make any effort to follow the others. Then there was another attack! The best soccer player in our class stormed forward and shot at the goal with all his might! It seemed to me as if the ball was flying in slow motion towards the goal, I ran to it, jumped up and caught it with my chest. I landed and looked around. Everyone stood around stupidly and stared at me. "What's going on?" I asked. "How did you do that?" The gym teacher asked me. “Done what?” “Suddenly you rushed across the field, hit a ball with full force on your chest and wondered what was so special about it?” I hadn't noticed that I had done anything different than usual . "Well, it doesn't matter, let's keep playing." I said.
And we went on playing, what else could we do?