Now that's something completely different without an opponent and so on and read for yourself :-)


I've already finished writing it, but of course not yet published everything. but i like the story is different












March:




This love that started in March


is bloody serious and not a joke.


You are mine day and night


and I am yours as well.






The third time I asked him, he finally said yes. Not to me directly. Jessi asked for me. I stopped in the corridor. It was muddy outside, but the boys were still kicking the ball. Jessi went out there. I could see her walking towards him from the window. I saw him keep hopping in front of her and I saw him nod. I knew then. I knew it even before Jessi came back. Had she then said that the answer was no, I would probably have fallen over on the spot.So I didn't have to do that. He said yes!


I don't think I've ever been so happy.


Yes, yes, yes - he said yes.


Jessi has no one, but I think she would like someone too. She went to Tobias once, but that was more of a joke. He asked if she wanted to go with him, that means he asked me. He asked everyone, but nobody said yes, so I didn't take it that seriously either. Somehow you don't take Tobias seriously, at least not when he wants to go with someone. Otherwise he's okay. We are often together, but that's because, like us girls, he is interested in horses.


"Tobias would like to go with you," I said to Jessi as I passed.


But she took him seriously. She takes everything seriously. She stood there for a long time, thinking, and finally she said yes. Under two conditions:


1. It shouldn't take long.


2. Pressing is not allowed.


By the last condition she means dancing.And especially because of the dance class. Tobias is what I would call an avid dancer.


He dances with everyone. By all I mean all - including the girls from the fourth. He can dance well. He can boogie too, and he dares. He dares a lot. He does not hide in the corner and is afraid.


But you don't want to hug Tobias while dancing. Jessi didn't want that either.


They went together for a week - and you can't exactly call that long. Tobias is the only one Jessi got along with. so she hardly went with anyone after all. And now she had no one either.


But I!


We stood in the hallway with the wet snow whirling around the windows and I hugged her.




Desired snow, desired snow, our snow


march in march


in snow and mud ...




He said YES




It's called TRUNKS


Trunks Briefs



I am Nadine.


I'm one sixty-six. because of small! Mama thinks I'll be five hundred and fifty-five. she read that in a magazine. Well, not that I'm going to be just as big. But the magazine said that girls who are twelve or sixty-six by the age of twelve.


"when you are fully grown," says mama.


"Mannequin size," said papa.


too big, I think. But once in Umea I saw a woman who must have been six feet five. And that's great! But she stood upright, wore her size with pride, so to speak. She looked like African women on television with water jugs on their heads. this woman looked so proud in Umea. But I do hope that I won't get past five feet four. that's always enough.


Trunks is seven centimeters taller than me, that's as much as half a pencil, a lipstick, a salt shaker or a movie ticket.


I'm a cinema ticket smaller than Trunks



He's a little lax.


We went together, but nothing happened. yes, we looked at us during the breaks and in class and smiled. He was sitting diagonally behind me next to Tuba.


Our teacher moves every month and tries to put boys next to girls.


"That's the calmest way for me," she then says.


Besides Trunks, I haven't sat in the fourth since autumn. He was so childish and crazy then that I was glad when the month was over. Now it would be my happiest month if I could sit next to him. I was a little jealous of the tuba, which had the seat next to him, but she went with songotes, so I didn't have to worry too much. I think she asked him in January if they should go out, they are going to be celebrating their two month anniversary soon. I believe that Songoten is a laschi like Trunks. Totally slack!


Nothing was going on. I sent him notes via Jessi.It said things like: what did you have in the English assignment? What do you do on the weekend?


I always got an answer, but that was it. After all, it was Jessi and Natha who leased it. They decided we should kiss. Me and Trunks, tuba and songotes.


The date was set for March 22nd.


the KISS DAY!


It was another muddy day. Gray, overcast, with dirty snow. I woke up early. Mama and Papa wanted to know what on earth I was doing at this early morning.


"Congratulations!" said papa.


I didn't feel awake at all. I hadn't closed my eyes all night. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was excited.


We should do it in the basement. We in middle school are the only ones who stayed in the old schoolhouse. The elementary school and the upper school are housed in new brick buildings, but we are still in an old gray-gray wooden house.The music room for the piano students is in the basement. It should be done in front of the music room. In the break.


But it didn't happen that day.


We didn't have a break.


We had a visit from a few guys who talked about INSANE, that is, neither alcohol, heroin nor nicotine makes sense.


I was actually half insane, because after the hour the bus was about to leave.


He's on the school bus, Trunks. He lives six kilometers outside of town, not far from Sarah. "We postpone it until tomorrow," said Jessi.


We had promised her and Natha to watch. They themselves had promised Tuba and me that they would not tell anyone else. So there were six of us who knew what was going to happen.


It should start the next day, on the last day before the Easter holidays, on Maundy Thursday. I dressed in green; green pants and a green t-shirt, and I was even more excited than yesterday. In the morning we had math, science and English.I'm only reasonably good at English.


Love was on my mind.


THIS is on my fingers and when I lift them up. can be read: This is his. On the back of the finger it says: Name, and in the palm of the hand TRUNKS.


We got hamburgers at lunchtime because it was the last day before the holidays. Then we had music. We did a music quiz. Only I recognized The Phantoma.


You are my angel of music.


And then finally the KISS EYE VIEW.


Songoten and Trunks were already there with Jessi and Natha when Tuba and I came.


yes, then all six of us stood there and chatted for a while until Jessi said: "Let's get started!"


And then we did that.


We kissed for the first time, Trunks and me.


When I was little, I would sometimes show dad kissing on TV.


I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes tightly.


Papa was delighted but also horrified. "That's what kids learn from those idiotic early-evening series.What a picture they get of the adults! "He always said.


That summer when I was nine there were three series like this on TV. Sallad, Tserc Moclaf and Eitsanyd. That means, if you read the words backwards, that's what I always did back then. Most of the time I've tried to find words and phrases that can be read both ways, like Anna and Otto or Lagerregal. But actually I wanted to talk about soap operas.


"Eitsanyd sounds like poison," said papa. and that's probably true.


You can only see those that sound like a Russian folk tale, "said mama.


That was of course Tserc Moclaf. I was only allowed to watch Falcom Crest, and mama would always sit there and watch.


Anyway, I learned how they kiss on TV! But kissing Trunks had nothing to do with a television series. He stretched his face towards me (he actually closed his eyes) and then we kissed.The noses also bumped together. He put his mouth right on mine. It was a little wet, but soft. I could count to five before we finished. My heart had already beat a few extra beats and my throat went all dry. But now we had.




Then Easter came and I wouldn't see him for ten days, at least 240 hours.


He had promised to write to me.


He went to the mountains with his parents to train. They have a cabin in Borgafjäll.


And this is how my Easter vacation turned out:


We had visitors all through the holidays. Kent and Gunbritt were there, and with them their nosy boy, who is nine and always longs to come over and meet me. He is nine years! I'm twelve! But mama and papa don't care, and I find it totally boring to "play" with a boy like Johann.


In any case, the holidays were totally dead.

Then the holidays came and I just WAIT.


I've been waiting for letters, cards, some kind of message. Every day I hoped, sat by the kitchen window and checked on the postman. He comes to us around half past ten, but I was always up at nine and waited.


"What are you waiting for?" papa wanted to know. He was also at home because he is an artist. In the basement he has a room with paints, an easel and loads of pictures. Most of them represent houses, although some of them look a bit strange.


"nothing," I replied. Then he had a mug of coffee on the kitchen bench and went back downstairs to his houses. But I've been waiting. And waiting can be nice. It was always exciting. I always thought: Today it will come.


But if you think like this: It definitely won't come