Translation

Aus meiner Feder

Ninja in da house

My first apartment

Hello, nice that you got lost here: D Here is the first chapter * BÄMM *. I made up some words and spelled them incorrectly so that you can really imagine the conversations: D Olga is a bit violent in her language, but she is a copy of my friend, so complaints, love letters, death threats, blackmail, motions everything to you: D

Sasuke isn't there yet, but in the next chapter: D

Still have fun: D
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Chapter 1
My first apartment

Hi first. My name is Olga Meurer and I turned 16. Unfortunately, I live alone with my five year old brother Daniel. How so? My mother didn't feel like raising me anymore and that's why she ran away. Fun. On the contrary. Believe me or not, but it's a measure. It was like this: I really fucked the shit on my birthday. Because fate hates me profoundly, I was caught by sending an envoy named "MAMA". This emissary found me totally drunk in my room and first sentenced me to 6 weeks of house arrest and an internet ban. Because my mother hates it when I drink. After living dreary three weeks in front of me, I decided to really give my mother my opinion. My life was over anyway and I thought that at least then I would die with honor. Maybe she got pity ... well, that should be the last thing I can expect from her. So I set off to doom and called my mother: "Mudda, where bite ?!". Of course, my mother was delighted that I called her "Mudda" and hurried over immediately. "What is Olga!" She asked. "I want to tell you something. AND EVEN MY OPINION! I think it sucks that you house arrest me here! Were you never young? Have you never done something like that? Definitely not how you look! And what's the point of it all Drinking to do with the Internet? Why am I not allowed to chat? As if I was getting drunk! So now grab the floor! Three weeks arrest is enough! You are completely disabled! What do you want from me? Do you think you are Jesus and can you allow yourself everything? This is my life and you have nothing to report here! ". "Oh, is that how it is? So you think that you are an adult, that you can take responsibility?"
"I never said that". "Yes, because you are too young for something like that. YOU are still a child and NOT an adult!". "Don't talk! Of course I'm already grown up!". "Oh yes? Then prove it! Take care of yourself and your brother ALONE for a year. If you manage that, then I will never contribute anything to your life again". "Oh what? Just take care of me and Daniel? No more? I can do it easily". "So then. Deal?".
"Okay, let's go packing," I said and my mother and I started packing straight away.*
Today I regret, somewhat, for doing this. It sounds dull, but it really was. My mother pulled it off too. She never jokes about such things. So after everything was packed, I moved with my brother to my grandma, who in turn moved with my grandpa to my mother. My grannies were happy to be able to live with their daughter-in-law. My mother didn't think that was so great. But she had no other choice. I would say it's my own fault. Daniel, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic. Just him and me. And that meant sweets to the point of coma! Even though he's only five! Daniel is something ... special. My grandma's apartment isn't exactly the largest, but it was enough for me. Daniel doesn't count. I started arranging my things. My mother helped Daniel and after an hour we were done with the clearing. As for clearing it out, I didn't care. What mattered was that the apartment was empty when I arrived. My mother gave me a bunch of tips and then disappeared. The apartment was of course still registered under my grandfather's name. It was only supposed to be my apartment temporarily. In the evening Daniel and I sat down and ate what my mother had cooked for us. It was supposed to be the last meal she made for us and from knowing my mother, I believed her too. In the evening Daniel watched TV and I did my homework. At 8 p.m. Daniel went to bed and I made myself comfortable in my room at 11 p.m. If I had known what to expect at the time, I would never have used the word "room". But at that time I was not aware of this and I let myself sink into the world of dreams.

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