Hello! Actually, I'm currently writing my other story "Son Gokus-Clique" but since I can't get any further with the story, I invented this story for you.


P.S.: The next part of "Son Gokus-Clique" will follow soon ...






Actually, I always led a relatively normal life in school, I was mediocre, I had a boyfriend and a best friend and my family life was only okay if you ignored the fact that my father, my uncle and my grandfather in a plane crash die ... well that's what I thought anyway ...


My story begins on a warm summer morning in the big city ...




Warm rays of sun tickled my eyes and a pleasant cool wind blew playfully in my short, pitch-black hair. The day seemed to start like any other and for many city dwellers it was nothing special, only for me it was something special because today was my 16th birthday.I slowly opened my eyes and quickly had to hold my hands protectively in front of her so that the sun wouldn't blind me, as every time I get a year older my mother makes me a hearty breakfast and gives me a small good-morning present . Yes my mother .... she was unique and wonderful at the same time, of course, we also fought now and then and sometimes she was just embarrassing but I loved her very much and in my life she was infinite for me if only because she was my last living relative was. She sometimes helped the police with the fight against crime, but otherwise she stayed at home and was just my mother ... you shouldn't think that she was lazy now, no, she wasn't, she was just tired


and exhausted a lung disease that healed very slowly, tormented her for a few months and hindered her in everyday things, but for me she always had enough strength and time "PANI-MOUSE get up !!"" Yes, mum, I'm coming ... "Actually, I hated it when she called me that, especially in front of my friends, but unfortunately she had this absurd illusion that I was still the" little "girl from before who played in the garden and was always happy about her to get a little push when I was sitting on the swing, I trudged into the kitchen and, like every year, only brought out a simple "WOW" when I saw the ample dining table, before I could sit down, my mother gave me a warm hug and taking photos (- by the way, I also hated that a photo of a sleep-drunk Pan with disheveled hair and dried drool on her cheek was not exactly vivid!) At a leisurely pace, I choked down her homemade cake, for which she invented a new recipe every year which could only be surpassed by the abnormal appearance of the hideous taste that tasted of old school days. When I finished eating, she gave me a small red box with a yellow mesh on top, I opened the present and saw something golden that peeked out from under the white silk scarf that lay inside for protection.I carefully took it out of the box and saw a locket


"This necklace once belonged to my mother on her deathbed, she gave it to my father with the wish to give it to me on my 16th birthday ..." I looked into her eyes and knew exactly what she would say next ".... Now I am handing it over to you in the hope that you will pass it on from generation to generation ". My mother took the necklace out of my hand and opened it and to my great astonishment I saw a small photo of my father, she took it out and went on to say "... you should put the picture of the man into this medallion you love from the heart, understand? "I nodded and hung the jewelry around my neck when my mother turned to get coffee I could see a silent tear rolling down her cheek it must have cost her a lot to overcome the locket with the photo my father's gift to me when she wore it so close to the Hezen for so many years.A few minutes later I went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. I was packing my school supplies and was about to go to school when my mother held me back for a moment


"Pan, I have to tell you something urgent and extremely important .." just as my mum wanted to continue, the doorbell rang "Oh, this is Geneva, I had completely forgotten he wanted to pick me up, we can talk about it after school .. bye !! " and then I was out of the door. At that time I was in such a hurry to get out of the house that I didn't notice how serious my mother was, otherwise I would definitely have made time for the conversation. Outside my friend was already waiting for me, we greeted each other with a long kiss, then he put a silver ring with a red stone on my finger and wished me a happy birthday. On the busy street to school he enthusiastically told me the advantages of being 16 but I only half listened I looked at my locket the whole time and wondered if I might one day give his photo.At school I was greeted with a storm by my best friend Ryla. She has always been my better half since I can remember unfortunately we don't have such good contact today because she lives very far away .... no matter where have I been? Oh yes, after the clingy hug, she gave me a gift voucher for my favorite business, which I was very happy about because my summer clothes were slowly running out. After countless slowly moving lessons, art education was on the program, which I hated very much not only because the teacher was an absolute asshole (sorry) but also because my talent in this subject fell by the wayside. Thank goodness this time we only had to drag the new supplies of oil walls, paint cans and brushes from the portie to the drawing room and since Geneva, Ryla and I were his "favorites", the three of us got the order for the 50kg box with paint cans up the stairs into the hall to wear.We had to go last so that we didn't get in the way of the others when they were carrying the brushes and when I think back today, that was fine with me because what happened next shouldn't be noticed by too many .......




To be continued (if you want !!) .........