Si os gustó The First, os traigo una nueva de la misma autora; esta os va a encantar todavía más. Evidentemente al escribirla la misma persona, también está en inglés. Pero una vez más os digo que mi inglés es bastante mediocre y sin embargo no tengo demasiados problemas para leerla. Si os la recomiendo es porque vale la pena.
There are glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling.
They’ve been there glowing faithfully on my bedroom ceiling ever since I was twelve years old. I remember how excited I was when I got them. The first night, I stared at the ceiling all night and counted them all. I remember how everyone I showed laughed at me and told me it was stupid. They all told me I was to old for daydreaming and glow in the dark stars. Well not everyone, my mother had just smiled and looked at me with her big blue eyes wide. I remember I didn’t care because I liked them.
I don’t really know why I’m thinking about them right now of all times. I like to think of them when I feel scared or nervous. I happen to be both scared and nervous right now.
I hate waiting rooms. Probably because it has the word waiting in it. I hate waiting. It makes me so anxious and paranoid and nervous. I can’t help but notice all the stereotype waiting room stereotypes coming true in this room. The walls are a very bland shade of white, there are trashy gossip tabloids and cheesy women’s health magazines scattered on the table and the lighting is dismal. Does anybody like waiting rooms? I mean the only times your ever in a waiting room is when your getting bad news or when you really want something but your forced to sit and wait in what seems almost prison like until your allowed to get what you need.
Here’s the thing, I need money. As a 19 year old college dropout, who is practically an orphan, that lives alone in a flat in London, money is kind of vital to my lifestyle. I just quit my job as a waitress at a bar due to the horrible customers. I hated that job. This is the first interview for a real job I have ever had in my life and I’m freaking out. It’s not just because I need a job but it’s because I want this job.
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They’ve been there glowing faithfully on my bedroom ceiling ever since I was twelve years old. I remember how excited I was when I got them. The first night, I stared at the ceiling all night and counted them all. I remember how everyone I showed laughed at me and told me it was stupid. They all told me I was to old for daydreaming and glow in the dark stars. Well not everyone, my mother had just smiled and looked at me with her big blue eyes wide. I remember I didn’t care because I liked them.
I don’t really know why I’m thinking about them right now of all times. I like to think of them when I feel scared or nervous. I happen to be both scared and nervous right now.
I hate waiting rooms. Probably because it has the word waiting in it. I hate waiting. It makes me so anxious and paranoid and nervous. I can’t help but notice all the stereotype waiting room stereotypes coming true in this room. The walls are a very bland shade of white, there are trashy gossip tabloids and cheesy women’s health magazines scattered on the table and the lighting is dismal. Does anybody like waiting rooms? I mean the only times your ever in a waiting room is when your getting bad news or when you really want something but your forced to sit and wait in what seems almost prison like until your allowed to get what you need.
Here’s the thing, I need money. As a 19 year old college dropout, who is practically an orphan, that lives alone in a flat in London, money is kind of vital to my lifestyle. I just quit my job as a waitress at a bar due to the horrible customers. I hated that job. This is the first interview for a real job I have ever had in my life and I’m freaking out. It’s not just because I need a job but it’s because I want this job.
http://1dfanfictionsxoxo.tumblr.com/ComeUndoneExtras
