Translation
Fanfic: Bin das wirklich ich?
Chapter: I am different
Is that really me?
I had thought about the question that it was giving me a headache.
Because I am different from the others.
I Juana Ziegler 16 years old, I am different from my classmates.
I go to comprehensive school and once again I am in dreary class.
I looked at my hand.
I'm wearing a ring on her. Because only this one ring can control me.
When I take it off, I transform.
My canines are turning into fangs and I'm getting cat-like eyes.
My legs get stronger so that I can easily jump on skyscrapers.
Then the claws! I grow claws 2-3 cm long on my hands and feet. I can shred a lot with them because they are razor sharp.
But I'm not only changing on the outside. I get a huge amount of power, I can hear everything several times louder, see much better and smell much better. Sometimes I can even increase my strength.When i'm angry or when i'm afraid or sad. That happens to me even if I have not adopted this form. I then outgrow my abilities.
Nobody knows until now except for my best friend Maria.
That's why I have to be very careful that nobody takes the ring off me or that I even lose it.
My ring that shimmers in all colors and shows my mood.
If it is dark blue, I am happy, if it is green, I am relaxed and if it is red, I am angry and you should get to safety quickly.
I sat at my table and wondered why Maria wasn't there today, but otherwise she was never missing. Unlike me, she liked to school what I couldn't understand. I hate school and hate going there. Everyone in my class made concerned faces and avoided my field of vision. Something must be wrong.
When they didn't want to look at me again and walked away from me, I got angry.
"Could someone finally tell me what's going on?" I shouted into the class.My teacher came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder:
"Maria was very sick. It was an illness she could not overcome. She died yesterday morning and was just buried. I'm sorry."
I didn't believe what I was hearing - it stabbed me in the heart. : "NO THAT CANNOT BE TRUE !!!" With this sentence I jumped up and ran out of the classroom. I just kept walking out of school until I got to the cemetery.
I wanted to convince myself that my teacher had lied. But he didn't lie, it was true.
Maria was dead.
I had thought about the question that it was giving me a headache.
Because I am different from the others.
I Juana Ziegler 16 years old, I am different from my classmates.
I go to comprehensive school and once again I am in dreary class.
I looked at my hand.
I'm wearing a ring on her. Because only this one ring can control me.
When I take it off, I transform.
My canines are turning into fangs and I'm getting cat-like eyes.
My legs get stronger so that I can easily jump on skyscrapers.
Then the claws! I grow claws 2-3 cm long on my hands and feet. I can shred a lot with them because they are razor sharp.
But I'm not only changing on the outside. I get a huge amount of power, I can hear everything several times louder, see much better and smell much better. Sometimes I can even increase my strength.When i'm angry or when i'm afraid or sad. That happens to me even if I have not adopted this form. I then outgrow my abilities.
Nobody knows until now except for my best friend Maria.
That's why I have to be very careful that nobody takes the ring off me or that I even lose it.
My ring that shimmers in all colors and shows my mood.
If it is dark blue, I am happy, if it is green, I am relaxed and if it is red, I am angry and you should get to safety quickly.
I sat at my table and wondered why Maria wasn't there today, but otherwise she was never missing. Unlike me, she liked to school what I couldn't understand. I hate school and hate going there. Everyone in my class made concerned faces and avoided my field of vision. Something must be wrong.
When they didn't want to look at me again and walked away from me, I got angry.
"Could someone finally tell me what's going on?" I shouted into the class.My teacher came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder:
"Maria was very sick. It was an illness she could not overcome. She died yesterday morning and was just buried. I'm sorry."
I didn't believe what I was hearing - it stabbed me in the heart. : "NO THAT CANNOT BE TRUE !!!" With this sentence I jumped up and ran out of the classroom. I just kept walking out of school until I got to the cemetery.
I wanted to convince myself that my teacher had lied. But he didn't lie, it was true.
Maria was dead.