The sun was still at the highest point in the sky, but this would change soon, because the day was slowly but surely drawing to a close, as was this friendship. At the moment it still looked like that, but the children would only laugh about it if you told them that it was less than 5 years before they could hardly see each other.
Laughing, they buried something under the old oak tree in the park; if you looked closely you could see the dark blue metal box that was supposed to contain Danish pastries from the supermarket. However, this did not contain the biscuits, which they had all eaten with verve before, 11 letters lay in the tin that was now buried for 10 years.
On the letters were the dreams they had and on the last letter an oath of their friendship that they would keep forever.

Was it to be believed? Once you were late, the shop wasn't open. It irritated me, because my boss should have been there long ago and the door was already open, but it looked more as if the little flower shop was still closed, even if it had been open for half an hour.
With a sigh that came from my lips, I entered the shop and first looked around for my boss, who I found relatively quickly in the break room, the books from the accounting department spread out on the table and she lay with her head on them and dozed off to himself. With a smile on my face, I made sure that the roulades no longer covered the window, hung up the open sign and put the flower boxes outside, then the board with today's offer of the day, which apparently was written yesterday.
A rumble made me look up from my work and when the figure of my boss came into the sales room, I greeted her.
"Linda, why didn't you wake me up? Then I would have helped you."

Rather annoyed, I just had to go to school and today, of all days, we weren't meant well with us. In the first two hours we had written a math exam, after that we had a substitute and because God loved me so much we had math instead of religion. At least there was a free period afterwards and then another two hours filled with chemistry and physics. Not that bad in itself, especially because presentations were being held in both subjects at the moment, it only got bad when they were so boring that you could fall asleep and that was exactly what they were. I wasn't really interested in the various chemicals.
Sighing slightly, I turned my gaze out of the window and saw how some of them were already going home. Why did our teacher have to go over again? Oh yes, Vanessa just didn’t get going with her presentation and stood stuttering at the front.
"Emily? Are you coming?"
Tenten had pulled me out of my daydreams and when I looked around, I noticed that everyone had already left.

Her red hair was curled over her left shoulder, there was something restless and startled in her gaze and it could not be overlooked that she was nervous.A faded band shirt, dark hot pants and the docks she wore were common for her. She hadn't really changed, but what did I expect from her?
With her eyes she searched the area and when she spotted me, she jumped up, called my name and ran towards me, only to wrap her delicate arms around me shortly afterwards. "I missed you so much!", It came from her and a smile crept onto my face. Now we were together again and nothing could separate us again, after all we were Zelda and Link.

"You have it so good ~" - "How do you come up with it now Darja?" - "I told you once about how I wrote down our childhood dreams with my childhood friends and that was almost 10 years ago and the group is from then so broken apart Nagato. And you're doing so well because you and your friends are still all friends, you also do a lot together. "
A slight smile crept onto Nagato's face, how much I loved it when his otherwise hard features took on this soft shape. "You know, Darja, we also had our ups and downs, although I believe that if we weren't mostly creatures of habit, we would no longer be friends with each other, whereby I would no longer have Sasories and Deidara's arguments or Hidan's constant curse."

It was kind of strange to be back in Germany after all this time, I really didn't really miss it, because Mexico was my real home and I feel very comfortable there, if only it wasn't for my aunt. Don't get me wrong, because she lives in Germany, more precisely in Berlin. It was a few years ago that I was here and the reason was my aunt, she was like a mother to me and now she was dying and I just didn't want to leave her alone.
I went to the baggage carousel and grabbed my bag, which was now the only one on the belt, and made my way to the bus, which then took me to the subway, bought a ticket and got on, went behind to the door because I only had to drive two stops and looked around the bus. It was full, but what else could you expect? After all, it was rush hour traffic, most people were on their way to work and some were on their way home from the night shift.
It didn't take long until I found myself in the squeezed subway, but not long until I was able to get out again and walk the last few meters to my aunt and just as I was about to raise my hand to ring, I heard her The door opened and my aunt stood in front of me, she looked so fragile, but her eyes radiated a joy of life that you couldn't trust her.

I drove lovingly through the brown-red fur of the animal in front of me, this chew with relish on the half apple that I gave him a few seconds ago. At the same time I tried to get one of my black strands out of my face, the first attempt to really blow away, succeeded, but a few seconds later it was back.After two more attempts I put my hand behind my ear and also took the other hand from the horse in front of me.
Although it didn't belong to me, I had been looking after the gelding every day for a week, who was also called Campino. His owner was on vacation and would be for a few more days and asked me to take care of him, as a horse fanatic you couldn't say no, especially if you didn't have your own horse.
Once again I ran my hand over the soft fur on his neck and then left, the lectures were calling and I wanted to take a shower, but before that I had to quickly go to the riding room, write something there on the memo wall and leave.
[i]Max and Moritz are already on the meadow.
Hannah

Stupid dust, all the dust made me sneeze all the time. But what did I expect? A top studio that is clean and ready for immediate use. Bad luck. Our great studio was a 3 room apartment in a high-rise building with supposedly soundproof walls. Apart from an old kitchen, a table, a chair and a sofa that was really dusty, there was nothing here.
Our manager said the studio would be set up tomorrow and we could start rehearsing at the end of the week. Then there would probably be nothing left for us to visit the city or, in my case, to show the others the city when the others have finished viewing the apartment.
A rumble made me look up and I spotted the rest of my band looking at me with a grin. Well then, off to the City Park, it has been a while since I was here.

"In the next exercise we will have alternate questions and answers and the whole thing should go according to the alphabet. We throw the ball over and over again to the next person who should be the question or answer," explained the professor.
Meanwhile we sat in a circle in the back yard of our university and nodded diligently.
"What are you thinking of?" - "Pears, at least someone wanted to bring some." - "Carmen maybe?" - "Just think about it, Carmen lives in a small one-room apartment and definitely has no money for it." - "Really now? "-" Flirting won't get you very far Naruto, especially if you don't find out anything. "-" Are you still okay? "-" Shut up. "-" Somehow this turns into an argument, doesn't it? " - "Yes, like every time we do some exercises." - Can't we just bring up a new topic? "-" Let Amelia decide on a subject. "-" Mh, how about the presidential election in America? "-" No, the topic is currently always and everywhere in circulation. "-" Or parrots? "-" Chattering animals and brightly colored. "-" Jellyfish fishing? "-" Rike, we're not talking about Spongbob. "-" Are we through soon? "-" fact. "-" And why is everything here so pointless and monosyllabic? "-" Tarantulas are on the march, that's why. "-" How do you get from pears to tarantulas, please? "-" Xenia probably just has nothing to do with V a. "-" Yasmin is sleeping too, isn't she? "-" Hiss off before I lose my nerve. "With the last few words our professor let us go, but it was really very pointless what we had talked about here in the exercise.
I quickly packed my things and made my way into town.
"Amalia?"

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Huhu ~
after almost 3 months I managed to write a chapter.
However, I will try to post more often in the near future, at least once a month.
As you have noticed, the passages are all written from a character's point of view.
Now the question for you, should I write from the point of view of the characters (but would then be provided with the name of the person above from the next chapter above and also become clearer) or in narrative form?
Suggestions for improvement to me :) As well as criticism and other comments.

Itchy ~