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Fanfic: Blackout und die ECHTEN Eltern???

Chapter: Blackout and the REAL parents ???

My first FF * pre-excitement and fingernail nibble *


I hope she will be fine


Let's go:




At school:


it is a break and only one girl is sitting alone in the classroom. The others are with their friends! She stares into space.


Her name is Nikita, but because she hates him, everyone always calls her Nicki, but she would much rather be called Sara.


Funnily enough, this name evokes a strange feeling of familiarity in her. "Nikita, please go to the secretary, Nikita should go to the secretary immediately, the director would like to speak to you!", That pulls her out of her thoughts. Everyone has turned to the pretty 13 year old girl with long, wavy, blonde hair (without self-confidence or self-awareness). Confused, Nicki straightens up.


(Incidentally, Nicki has a secret crush. Bastien. They both love each other without the other knowing about it.)


'To the director? `Nicki is still completely perplexed.`Yes, but why ??? My parents? Phh, whoever believes will be blessed! But ... maybe then yes .. Grandma! `As soon as possible she runs to the secretariat.


"Nikita? I was already expecting you." "Good morning, Mr. Director!"


"We just got a message from the hospital." "Your grandma wants to speak to you. You are therefore free of school, but someone from her class will accompany you during the taxi ride. Your grandma is dying, you should hurry up." Nicki stands there petrified. Sure, her grandmother has been in the hospital for 8 years with an unknown illness. Of course she had also realized that her grandma would soon die. But ... but now it hits her like a blow. `Lies ... dying !? Granny?! Hurry up! "


Batien, who had sneaked after her, only noticed that someone from the class was supposed to come along and that Nicki's grandma was dying. He knocks on the door and enters. "Hello. I'm going to Nikita's class and I would like to accompany you, if you agree, Mr. Principal?!?"" well hurry up. "Nicki sees all of this through a veil, as if it was none of her business, as if you weren't talking about her, but someone else. She just doesn't want it to be true.


`that ..... that is not true! that's a lie!"


With great, very great effort (and years of practice) she holds back the tears


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So that's it for today! I expect at least 2 commis, otherwise I won't write any further! Greetings to everyone who knows me!


In particular, class 7a (after the summer holidays 8a!) Of the ASS! And other!!


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