Translation
Just another Lovestory...
but better than the others.
The arrival
It was a stormy day. It's been such annoying rain all day. But still I wandered through the city. Heavily packed, I kept going through this rain. At first I tried to put myself under. But even if I crawled under a bus stop, I still got that cold rain. So I just kept going. I don't really care how I get wet.
What am I doing here?
You could say I fled. From my great, perfect world. Well, better said, the great, ideal world of my father. I just couldn't take it anymore at home.
How so?
Well, my father is a little bit crazy.
And why is that?
He gets drunk on beer all day, messes around and isn't even afraid to hit his own child.
Why doesn't my mother prevent something like that?
My mother is no longer alive. She died the day before my fourth birthday. I hardly know anything about her, but what I do know, my father is really damn bad. He didn't start drinking until she passed away. For years I defended his blows with the death of my mother, but slowly I have to admit that it is actually no longer my mother's fault, but because he is simply addicted to this stuff. So I fled. I am now 16 years old and on my way to a very successful boarding school called "Cross Academy". I secretly registered there last year and they were really ready to take me, despite my bad grades. They want to help me get better at school again. Anyway, I've been walking around for 4 hours in the pouring rain. I don't have the money for a ticket or a taxi either. I've never got pocket money and my father's money was only used for food, cigarettes and alcohol. But the way wasn’t far. I was soaked through. My perforated, favorite pants were completely dirty at the bottom due to the muddy path. Well, my top was just wet. But I'm not a person who cries out about such trivialities. At the end of the path that seemed almost endless to me, I finally saw the 2 large main buildings of the school. The "Day Class" building and the "Night Class" building, which I saw in the brochure from the boarding school. Slightly shy, I opened the large door of the Day Class. There was only a very long hallway to be seen, with many doors. Disoriented, I walked down the hall ...
What am I doing here?
You could say I fled. From my great, perfect world. Well, better said, the great, ideal world of my father. I just couldn't take it anymore at home.
How so?
Well, my father is a little bit crazy.
And why is that?
He gets drunk on beer all day, messes around and isn't even afraid to hit his own child.
Why doesn't my mother prevent something like that?
My mother is no longer alive. She died the day before my fourth birthday. I hardly know anything about her, but what I do know, my father is really damn bad. He didn't start drinking until she passed away. For years I defended his blows with the death of my mother, but slowly I have to admit that it is actually no longer my mother's fault, but because he is simply addicted to this stuff. So I fled. I am now 16 years old and on my way to a very successful boarding school called "Cross Academy". I secretly registered there last year and they were really ready to take me, despite my bad grades. They want to help me get better at school again. Anyway, I've been walking around for 4 hours in the pouring rain. I don't have the money for a ticket or a taxi either. I've never got pocket money and my father's money was only used for food, cigarettes and alcohol. But the way wasn’t far. I was soaked through. My perforated, favorite pants were completely dirty at the bottom due to the muddy path. Well, my top was just wet. But I'm not a person who cries out about such trivialities. At the end of the path that seemed almost endless to me, I finally saw the 2 large main buildings of the school. The "Day Class" building and the "Night Class" building, which I saw in the brochure from the boarding school. Slightly shy, I opened the large door of the Day Class. There was only a very long hallway to be seen, with many doors. Disoriented, I walked down the hall ...