He smiled as I moved my hair from my face. I smiled and look down, imbarresed. He said he'd know it for quite a time and I felt my eyes fill with tears as he told me he'd never really looked at me that way. Of course I knew it, I did. But to hear him say it was. just. so. awful.

"So.. here we are!" She said with a strong voice and dropped the papers down on the desk. My feet were shaking. Not that I ever didn't want to be a respectable person, I just didn't mean for it to happen this way. She sat down on a black chair. Her brown hair was pushed back in a thight ponytale, and her pencilskirt showed of her beautiful curves. "You are taking this seriously, right?" she looked straight into my eyes. It took some time before I realised she'd asked me a question. "Of course, of coruse!" I heard my dark voice assuring. She turned around reached for the papers and a pencil, and said "Just sign here. It'll be official the second you do so". She gave it to me. My hands were shaking. I wrote a name. It wasn't mine, but it was what she though was mine. I gave it back to her and smiled. She smiled. We were ready to get going.

A young man walked down a alè (?) a beautiful, summer evening. His hat was round and black, just as his coat. He walked slowly. You could see that he was thinking. A smile played on his face, and the wind made the little hair he had left flow around him, like they just needed to remind him that he was allowed to let the wind lead him whereever it wanted him to go. Just as he had, fourtfive years before..

Miss Marper

En gammel dame i kjent streng,engelsk (Svart) stil besøker barnehager og de ungene som ikke oppfører seg blir sendt på en kostskole-aktig-greie, og der sier damen med de hundre ungene forran seg "Her er det sånn og sånn" Random unge: "Og hvis vi nekter?" "Hahha, vi har mange straffningsmetoder. Rensing av do er fint. Hvis du nekter det sier du? Ingen mat på en måned ;)"

På kostskolen lever de ett hardt liv, og tuller selvfølgelig på i det skjulte, men Miss Marper gjør livet deres til en pine.

A line in a movie

My grandmother always said "be nice to the nice, ignore the bad, put light in front of night, make sure all your friends knows you love them, and be happy rather than serious" and all I know of it is that there's no point in it. The strong always win over the weak, so the only point there is, is to be strong.

He: That's how they make babies.
She: That's how they make murderers.