Meine Story
Hey, das ist meine 2. Hauptperson in der Geschichte die ich schreibe.
Ich werde mal versuchen ab un an was von der Story zu posten.
Hier erstmal das Bild:
Und ein kleiner Ausschnitt der Geschichte:
(Hinweis: Die Geschichte ist immernoch auf englisch!)
She got the call late at night and was wondering who would call her in the middle of the night. When she put the phone down she wished she hadn't bothered to answer it in the first place. "Cool, I fly to the middle of nowhere to solve a murdercase. God I hate my job at times. The dedectives there will be thrilled when I walk in there and take their case away." She mumbled as she walked to her closet to pack a few things she would need. Her boss had said her flight would go at 8:00 a.m. It was now 2:15 a.m. and she needed to pack and get ready. "Great why me and why now?" She asked the empty room. Empty because she had left her hometown only last year and was now living on her own. In the bathroom she took the small beauty-case and pushed all her things in there. Afterwards she looked in the mirror and studied her face. She looked pale and not well rested, this would be the words of her mother. And she couldn't argue about that, she was only 24 years old, had shoulder length dark hair and aquamarine eyes. She was a profiler now and it was not an easy job. She was a genius, that is what almost everyone thought. Ok she was smart and had good grades, so good that she skipped some years at school and had studied at an university. Her major was psychology and criminologie. So it was only logical for her to apply the FBI. She was good at was she did and her superiors were amazed and she had the job. This was 6 month ago and now she would have her very first own big case. Her boss had said that he would bring her to the airport and would brief her on the case, also that he would give her a file with more details.
Ich werde mal versuchen ab un an was von der Story zu posten.
Hier erstmal das Bild:
Und ein kleiner Ausschnitt der Geschichte:
(Hinweis: Die Geschichte ist immernoch auf englisch!)
She got the call late at night and was wondering who would call her in the middle of the night. When she put the phone down she wished she hadn't bothered to answer it in the first place. "Cool, I fly to the middle of nowhere to solve a murdercase. God I hate my job at times. The dedectives there will be thrilled when I walk in there and take their case away." She mumbled as she walked to her closet to pack a few things she would need. Her boss had said her flight would go at 8:00 a.m. It was now 2:15 a.m. and she needed to pack and get ready. "Great why me and why now?" She asked the empty room. Empty because she had left her hometown only last year and was now living on her own. In the bathroom she took the small beauty-case and pushed all her things in there. Afterwards she looked in the mirror and studied her face. She looked pale and not well rested, this would be the words of her mother. And she couldn't argue about that, she was only 24 years old, had shoulder length dark hair and aquamarine eyes. She was a profiler now and it was not an easy job. She was a genius, that is what almost everyone thought. Ok she was smart and had good grades, so good that she skipped some years at school and had studied at an university. Her major was psychology and criminologie. So it was only logical for her to apply the FBI. She was good at was she did and her superiors were amazed and she had the job. This was 6 month ago and now she would have her very first own big case. Her boss had said that he would bring her to the airport and would brief her on the case, also that he would give her a file with more details.
Sykes - 23. Feb, 10:27
