{"id":208,"date":"2004-10-16T17:05:00","date_gmt":"2004-10-16T15:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/home.graf-rasso-gymnasium.de\/home\/englische-weihnachtsgeschichte-aus-einer-9-klasse\/"},"modified":"2014-07-30T13:51:11","modified_gmt":"2014-07-30T11:51:11","slug":"englische-weihnachtsgeschichte-aus-einer-9-klasse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/home.graf-rasso-gymnasium.de\/home\/2004\/10\/englische-weihnachtsgeschichte-aus-einer-9-klasse\/","title":{"rendered":"Englische Weihnachtsgeschichte aus einer 9. Klasse"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cDear Santa,
\nYou know I wrote you several letters in the last years anyway, I think they didn\u2019t reach you.
\nPerhaps you only think I\u2019m too old to believe in you, but I totally do. OK, I don\u2019t. But I\u2019m 16 now and\u2026\u00a0 I hope you understand. Well, I\u2019m only writing to you because I really want to have a pet. You know, they always say when you really want something, you\u2019ll get it. And writing to you gives me that feeling\u2026 see I\u2019m writing to a fat, old man who doesn\u2019t exist just for my wish. I always wanted to have a dog, but please: a big one. I love those which look dangerous because the make me look so too. Well, I hope it\u2019s possible.
\nAnd say hello to your reindeers from me.
\nLove, Liz\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Liz put the letter outside her window. She wrote the address with her left hand, to make it look like a little child had written it. \u201cTomorrow is Christmas\u201d she said to herself. She wasn\u2019t really because if your parents don\u2019t want to realize you are simply not interested in books, coloured sweatshirts or anything your parents buy you every year\u2026 you have nothing to look forward to. OK, Liz\u2019 parents could give her something she wants: a car, or painting her whole room black. Perhaps she would be happy with their allowing to dye her hair, but black and not like her parents would like it\u2026 \u201cLife\u2019s a mess!\u201d She cried and kicked her bed (which she had painted black) with her black shoes. She went to bed to make this terrible day come to an end. (She thinks every day is terrible)<\/p>\n

Like woke up with the twittering sound of her mother\u2019s voice \u201cDaaaaarliiiiing, wake up, it\u2019s Christmas day!\u201d Liz opened her eyes. \u201cChristmas? What a fuc\u2026um funny day!\u201d Liz didn\u2019t think the day was funny but her mother wanted her to be polite and Liz agreed with it as long she kept paying pocket-money. \u201cAaaaand, I\u2019ve got a special present for you! Your sister Amy found a letter yesterday. A girl had written it to Santa Claus. Amy told me what the letter told her and so I found a perfect present for you.\u201d She took a present and put it on liz\u2019 bed. Liz opened it. When she saw the little dog which was in there, she almost cried. \u201cBut\u2026 but\u2026 it\u2019s a dog!\u201d \u201cYes darling. I thought you wanted one\u201d \u201cBut not that kind of dog, mum. It\u2019s a poodle!\u201d \u201cYes, it is, Lizzy darling. And her name is Brittany.\u201d \u201cBrittany?\u201d Liz couldn\u2019t believe it. \u201cYou gave me a white poodle. And it exactly looks like the poodles on television. Can\u2019t I ever give her another name or could I dye her fur black?\u201d \u201cDarling, you won\u2019t dye it. Look how clean she looks with the white fur. And she already knows her name. Brittany?\u201d The puppy barked. Well, it really tried to but it sounded like a guinea-pig when you\u2019re hugging it too much. \u201cWell, darling, I\u2019ll let you two alone.\u201d Brittany barked again and tried to reach Liz\u2019 face. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to do this, Britney\u2026 um sorry, Brittany\u201d Brittany looked at Liz, her eyes seemed to have doubled in size. \u201cForget it. But if you\u2019re bored try jumping out the window and look if you can survive.\u201d Brittany left the bed and tried if her teeth ware strong enough to destroy Liz\u2019 shoes. \u201cThat\u2019s enough, Britney. Perhaps I can send you to China but I suppose you\u2019re not fat enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

Amy came into the room. \u201cOh, you\u2019re sooooo lucky\u201d Brittany is soo cute! And look how sweet she barks at you! You must be the luckiest girl in the world in the world.\u201d \u201cAnd if you won\u2019t leave the room in a minute, you\u2019ll be the deadest! And take this furry thing with you.\u201d Amy almost cried but she had always been very sensitive. \u201cYou\u2019re so cruel!\u201d That was Amy\u2019s favourite sentence. First Amy ran down the stairs, the two people came upstairs. Of course,\u00a0 Amy had to tell her mother. However, a minute later, Amy with her in Liz\u2019 room. \u201cWhat are you thinking? You can\u2019t hurt such a cute, innocent dog.\u201d \u00a0Amy seemed very happy about what her mother said. She looked with her \u201cIt\u2019s all you fault. If you hadn\u2019t said it\u2026\u201d \u2013face and enjoyed every minute. \u201cIt\u2019s Christmas darling. Won\u2019t you come downstairs and have breakfast with us?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t want to eat anything. Wait, perhaps I could cook a nice Chinese meal.\u201d \u201cNo, you can\u2019t, honey. And you\u2019re a terrible chef, darling.\u201d \u201cUm, mum? Perhaps Britney isn\u2019t that bad, although she isn\u2019t black. Perhaps we can go outside.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s a great idea, darling. Have fun\u201d<\/p>\n

Of course Liz only wanted to do that because she needed a plan. She knew she wasn\u2019t able to kill the dog at home. Maybe she could throw Brittany into a river and tell her mother she had fallen into it herself.\u00a0 Anyway, Liz went to the river which runs through the town. She stood on the bridge and stared into it. The water looked very could, and it had to be, it was December. she thought that she couldn\u2019t throw Brittany from the bridge. She left her at a shop nearby and went down a few stairs. On a little piece of sand sat a girl, she had to be in Liz\u2019 age. She had long, blonde hair and a pink anorak. One hand she had in the river. The girl turned around and looked at Liz. \u201cHi. I\u2019m Ashley\u201d Ashley tried to smile. \u201cLiz\u201d She didn\u2019t say anything more. Ashley didn\u2019t belong to the kind of people she talked with. Ashley looked at the water again. She dipped her hand, with pink fingernails, into the water again. \u201cWhat do you think? If you fell there, how would you die?\u201d Liz didn\u2019t see y way out, so she answered. \u201cI think you die of the coldness.\u201d \u201cYeah, like in Titanic.\u201d Suddenly, Ashley began to cry. Liz felt she had to ask about the reason Ashley cried, so she did.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s my Christmas present. I wanted to have a dog. I wrote to Santa as I always do, and I even chose my best writing paper, the one which smells like roses. I mean, I\u2019ve seen those dogs on television. Cute ones that you can pet all day. You can even dress them! My mum came to me this morning, with a huge present and I thought my greatest wish had come true. I though I got a cute puppy which I always wanted to have. But what did I see? An ugly thing, black, perhaps with red eyes, I didn\u2019t want to look in its face. My mother said this dog would be funny because when anyone sees me, they would be absolutely surprised that that\u2019s my dog. But it\u2019s such an ugly creature!\u201d Ashley cried like she\u2019d never stop.<\/p>\n

Liz smiled. It was so\u2026 like a miracle. \u201cYou know what? The same thing happened to me but I didn\u2019t get an evil-looking dog, I got a stupid little poodle!\u201d Ashley stopped crying and started to look confused. \u201cWhat do you want to say?\u201d It wasn\u2019t enough that she was sensitive and spoiled, on, she obviously was stupid, too. Liz didn\u2019t try to explain. She took her hand and ran to the shop where she hah left Brittany. As Ashley saw her, she picked her up and petted her. \u201cOh, how cute! You must be the luckiest girl in the world. But why are you showing me a dog which I always wanted and\u2026 You don\u2019t like me, right? You don\u2019t like me, that\u2019s why you\u2019re showing me my greatest desires which\u2026\u00a0 Oh, you\u2019re so cruel!\u201d Ashley started to cry again. Liz didn\u2019t understand why, it seemed natural to her that you\u2019re not liked by everyone.\u201d But she tried her best to explain. \u201cNo, I want you to change dogs with me. Could I see your\u2026 your…\u201c \u201cHis name is Devil. I gave it to him.\u201d Probably she had wanted to give him the worst name she could think of. Ashley stopped crying again and ran to fetch Devil. A few minutes later, she returned. Ashley tried to hold the dog as far away from her as possible. \u201cWell, do you really want to me your nice, cute puppy for this creature?\u201d She asked. \u201cOf course.\u201c Liz took Devil from Ashley\u2019s arms. \u201cWell, Britney\u2026 sorry, Brittany is yours.\u201d Ashley picked her up and shrieked: \u201cThank you!\u201d And sorry for what I said. Oh, Brittany, we\u2019ll win every Me and my dog competition!\u201d Liz smiled. \u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n

And so they lived happily ever after..<\/p>\n

Dieser Text stammt von einer Sch\u00fclerin Anfang der 9. Klasse. Etwa acht Zeilen Text waren im Unterricht zu schreiben \u00fcber Liz\u2019 Christmas present (a little dog). Mit dem Hund sollte m\u00f6glichst viel geschehen, damit die Sch\u00fcler m\u00f6glichst of das Passiv anwenden und wiederholen konnten. Die Sch\u00fclerin hat daraus klammheimlich eine ganze Geschichte gemacht, die der Lehrer nur durch Zufall \u00fcberhaupt zu sehen gekriegt hat. Aber er hat, und hier ist sie. Der Tonfall orientiert sich an B\u00fcchern wie The Princess Diaries. Das ist schon sehr gut. Soviel ist also drin bei unseren Sch\u00fclern. (Die Sch\u00fclerin ist keine Muttersprachlerin und hat auch keine englischsprachigen Verwandten.)<\/p>\n

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