Hey Leutz,
My first own series is "on the road"
It's just a taster text, just thought up, but I want to bring in a lot ...

A kiss of a vampire

There are things that you don't think are possible, you are in your world in which you can solve everything in a physical, biological or chemical way that you forget to keep your eyes open for the right world. I have learned what it means to really live, what it means to escape from the stuck world, now let me tell you:

System of a class
It was early ninth grade, I hadn't seen any of them all summer vacation and they hadn't changed. The cool guys were just as stupid as ever and bragged mindlessness, the chicks had probably taken a course in "How do I put make-up even more conspicuously" and the outsiders, to whom I belonged, were just as silly, thought to themselves , They would still be better than the big ones and kept a low profile.And the new ones, the new ones tried hard and hard to make themselves popular and were then reprimanded by the cool ones and had to get a place in the ranking of the class.
The shy ones got off against us, the outsiders. The gangsters, with their baggy pants, baggy sports shepherds, basketball hats and hip-hop postures, curled up chewing gum with the other cool guys.
Only he was different. When he came in with the teacher he drew everyone's attention. He wasn't such a show-off with baby-tender skin and gel spikes on his head like our self-proclaimed King of the Manuel class, he had no gel at all in his dark blond hair, they were messed up, it was on purpose. He was fair-skinned, thin, not ostentatiously fat. Medium-sized and green eyes that wandered over the faces of the class.
It was like handing out love arrows. A chain reaction. He cast a spell over every girl he looked at.Was it a chick. She immediately checked her make-up, whether the wonderbra was sitting correctly, whether the hair was sitting perfectly, then sat in a pose and gave him a charming look, which he did not reply.
If it was one of us outsiders, she turned red immediately, turned to the woman sitting next to her and immediately began to talk whispering, carefully peeking out from behind one hand at him.
“This is Alexander Meinleiser, he just moved here, tell the class where you come from! ", asked the teacher and sat down on her chair at the desk.
“We travel a lot from everywhere because of my father's job! ", he said calmly, Manuel and his people didn't like the way he said it. At the same time, Manuell began to name him and got a lot of laughs for it, which he ended with:
,, Huh, was that so funny, ey? "when they got too annoying. Alexander looked at Manuell in astonishment and even more amazing was the text he then brought:"Wow, this class is remarkable, you can see immediately who is the class clown and who is his followers!"
The way he said it and the faces of Manuell and his two best monkeys was reason enough that we Outsiders started laughing. And gave Alexander a short smile.
The flush of anger rose manually in the face. Nobody dared speak to him like that. He was about to start his usual tour, with which he kept everyone small, but the teacher had apparently sensed that there were negative tensions in the air and intervened:
“There is still a free space up there, Alexander! ", she said and directed him to a seat in the second row that nobody occupied.
At the same time a whispering wave went through our rows, because the Outsiders always sat in the front rows and the cool ones at the back, where they could do more mischief.
The fact that he always contradicted some of my likes in the hours when he wanted to know a few things about the lessons and the teachers, caused a lot of rush and rumors in the girls' toilet, in which the chicks always warped during the breaks because here they were undisturbed and smoked as long as you didn't catch them.Each of the girls in our class had it in their heads, I realized that in the evening when I had laid myself in the bathtub to recover from the stress of the first day of school.
I had turned as red as the others, had whispered just as wildly with Nadja, my seat neighbor, slash best friend. It was a messed up situation.
When I look at myself in the big mirror after the bath, which we had only put in our bathroom because my sister always loved to look at each other from head to toe, I reminded myself that I wasn't exactly a grenade, either smaller pimples, the potato-like nose, the brown hair that Manuell always said that they looked like I wouldn't wash them, although many have told me that they were beautiful and that they would like to trade with me. My bacon rolls on my stomach, my much too average bust size, my plump legs and the much too small feet.Everything was kind of out of proportion, but I liked the way I was. I never wanted to be a beanstalk, a few pounds were already too much, but you could work yourself off somehow. I found myself as good as I was, of course, not too boastful. Alex, as we were allowed to call him, I knocked out of my head, I made it.
Too many were after him, everyone thought they would somehow win him over, and even the girls from the parallel classes were interested in him. There were far too many competitors for me to want to measure myself against them - after all, I was still attached to my life

As always, I ask that my English mistakes be corrected, I'm not doing very well at school, in this subject * howl *
SEE YA
your Natsue-chan