Have you ever wondered how to be hijacked? Have you ever rushed to the head you think that you will be kidnapped? Well, I never thought a lot about it and now it is no wonder, because I experienced it. But let's start from the beginning, how this happened. It all started on May 24, the day of my 15 birthday. Since it was Wednesday that I had go to school. I overslept, is 7.20, and in fifteen minutes should go in order to get to school. I have to take a shower yet. Well, how to form? Good to wake up his brother drove me. I threw the blanket from him, but he is only covered his sheet and lay down on the other side and said: "Sorry baby, but I'm not your personal taxi driver," and went on to sleep. Is not no good. Quickly enter the shower and just as soon leave it. Dressed up in the first best clothes that lie on the pile of clean clothes on the dresser (unfortunately but I have no closet). My mother left the kitchen for me to assume the sandwiches I take one shoe, and quickly leave the apartment, not closing the door, after all, my dear brother is. When I'm half way to the bus stop I hear the sound of that, my phone rings. My brother is calling, again? I hear in the earpiece: "Wait a minute baby, podwiozę you." I sat myself on the curb and wait for him. After two minutes later, his car parked in front of me. Quickly I got to him but did not set off. - What is it? No go! - I say to him, but he leans back and take out a small parcel. - Happy Birthday! You said you'd like to ask such a thing - and handed it to me. Hugged him as hard as I could. - Thank you - I said a broken voice, I was on the verge of tears. -You could now move? I do not want to be late. - When the brother rode it opened a gift and then I started to cry. My brother gave me a necklace with a pendant in the shape of trampka, the sole was a little heart, and the M, it is the first letter of my name and my brother. (My brother's name Michael and I Miles. ) Once again I drove hugged him tightly and quickly ran to school because I was about to ring the bell. With tears and a big smile on my face I ran to class just before the bell. I sat on his permanent place at the end of the class at the window. I sat with Marcel, a boy who never spoke, he made an oath. For 10 months did not uttered a word, but a little earlier he said. Marcel is a great guy and even pretty. It is not very sociable and not mixed. That's why I liked it, because we were totally different from people from our class. We were excluded from the social life of the school he choose me from the case. But this could ever else to say. When you came into the class nobody paid attention to me, as usual. Only Marcel wrote in his notebook, which he always carried with him what had happened and gave me a drawing, he was pretty. Marcel has a talent for that. On the back was nicely written, "One Hundred Years of Milenko." Hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. And at that moment in class came from biology teacher, Mr. Toshiba. I wrote a note to Marcela, and why I was crying again I thanked him warmly for the memory. In biology this is what has always ...
~ kurdupel
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