The Haunted House (Engelstalige one-shot)
Geplaatst: 02 nov 2012 20:27
Dit was eigenlijk een writing task voor Engels. We moesten in zo'n 250 woorden een enge of levensbedreigende gebeurtenis die we ooit hadden meegemaakt beschrijven.
Aangezien het maar 250 woorden mocht zijn is ie helaas dus heel kort...
Maarja, laat ik nou zoiets nog niet meegemaakt hebben. Dus toen dacht ik: laat ik er maar iets komisch van proberen te maken. Of het dat ook echt is laat ik aan jullie over. ;D
The Haunted House
The summer holiday of 2010 had just ended and all the kids had to go to school again, and so did I…
I walked across the square of a peacefully looking school and cheerfully stepped into the building. Jolly and jumpy I hopped into the hall, without noticing the evil sophomores who were hungry for new freshmen to bully, because finally, they had outgrown that stadium themselves.
Then, when I passed the corner, my heart started beating like crazy because of what I’d just seen…
kilometers tall adolescents! They were everywhere: on the left, on the right, in front of me, I was completely surrounded!
I screamed and desperately started running to the doors, but it was too late, I was enclosed by many and all I could do was just surrender and follow the stream.
Somewhere, I was being pushed into a classroom, when a teacher introduced himself to me as my mentor. I could almost read his mind: ‘Muhahaa, you kids don’t even know about the deadly homework I’m going to give you!’
To focus on something else, I looked at my class and couldn’t help but thinking: ‘Is this what they call a class? Those things don’t even look like children, so how the {censored} can they be students?’
When we finally were allowed to leave, I exulted and ran out as fast as possible. Somehow I turned around and suddenly the school looked like a haunted house, but when I’d read the school’s name, everything became clear to me. This was the Oelbert!
Aangezien het maar 250 woorden mocht zijn is ie helaas dus heel kort...
Maarja, laat ik nou zoiets nog niet meegemaakt hebben. Dus toen dacht ik: laat ik er maar iets komisch van proberen te maken. Of het dat ook echt is laat ik aan jullie over. ;D
The Haunted House
The summer holiday of 2010 had just ended and all the kids had to go to school again, and so did I…
I walked across the square of a peacefully looking school and cheerfully stepped into the building. Jolly and jumpy I hopped into the hall, without noticing the evil sophomores who were hungry for new freshmen to bully, because finally, they had outgrown that stadium themselves.
Then, when I passed the corner, my heart started beating like crazy because of what I’d just seen…
kilometers tall adolescents! They were everywhere: on the left, on the right, in front of me, I was completely surrounded!
I screamed and desperately started running to the doors, but it was too late, I was enclosed by many and all I could do was just surrender and follow the stream.
Somewhere, I was being pushed into a classroom, when a teacher introduced himself to me as my mentor. I could almost read his mind: ‘Muhahaa, you kids don’t even know about the deadly homework I’m going to give you!’
To focus on something else, I looked at my class and couldn’t help but thinking: ‘Is this what they call a class? Those things don’t even look like children, so how the {censored} can they be students?’
When we finally were allowed to leave, I exulted and ran out as fast as possible. Somehow I turned around and suddenly the school looked like a haunted house, but when I’d read the school’s name, everything became clear to me. This was the Oelbert!
ik houd echt van engelse verhalen :p maar volgens mij is 'censured' 'censored' het kan ook zijn dat ik het fout heb hoor! (ik ben ook maar 13 XD)
je moet er idd mee verder gaan er zijn veel te weinig van dit soort verhalen!