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• Is it true Love?   Love y*u dad

  was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen. It was a Saturday night and my mother was watching TV while my dad stomping up and down angrily. He clawed his fingers around the cell phone, which he pressed firmly to his ear so that his knuckles were white. It was rare for my father to get really pissed off, but this time Robin had gone the extra mile."If you don't move your bum home in the next half hour, then I'll come and get you on my own!" He shouted into the receiver and waited for Robin's answer. He didn't seem to be satisfied, however, as his voice was instantly louder his eyes grew darker."Why? Because you're fucking house arrested that you got yourself into with your shit from last week! So come home now, damn it! "With an angry huff, he demonstratively pressed the red button and slammed the cell phone over the light wooden panel of the kitchen counter. I could understand his emotional outburst, after all, my brother was caught stealing in an elect

• Is it true Love?   Survival

  Although I shouldn't really care, I don't like the fact that the person sitting next to me seems to find the new teacher just as attractive as I do. He's not yours , I remind myself, hunched my head when a blonde girl in the front row begins to introduce herself.Most of my classmates talk one after the other about how they want to start families and have children later. How they can earn a lot of money in good jobs so that they can buy their own house. Or how they turn their hobby into a profession and then are adored by fans. I can only smile at these utopian future prospects, when I had to experience first hand that life is simply cruel and never has what one actually longed for.While the introductory round continues and has almost reached me, I still haven't come up with a suitable answer. Nobody needs to know that my only dream is to have my father by my side again. On my second day I don't want to be degraded to the girl whose father has died, and I can do witho

• Is it true Love?   Slap on the face

  It feels like a slap in the face, like a sudden jump into ice-cold water. Ms. Schwarz couldn't have said that, it's simply impossible. He cannot be a teacher, not in this life. He's way too young for that. And way too beautiful. Inside I hear the shattering of a pane of glass, as is often done in films, to accentuate an aha moment acoustically. And that's exactly how I feel now: like in a movie. With the probably worst aha moment of my life so far.All I can do is sit motionless and stare at this man in disbelief. All of a sudden time seems to stand still, everything around me looks like a blurry mass. However, my trance-like state disappears the moment our eyes meet.For a split second, I threaten to sink into the infinite depths of his eyes until I suddenly see the corners of his mouth twitching. The laughter, which he is obviously trying to hide, he cleverly disappears behind his fingers so that it looks like he is thinking. And then suddenly a light dawns on

• Is it true Love?   Alexander

  gentle breeze blows through my hair and makes it dance through the air in lively waves. For one morning at the end of March it is pleasantly warm today, which is why I put my gray cardigan in my pocket while driving to school. Robin chauffeured me again, but only because he was fed up with begging and wanted to be quiet. The sun tickles the skin of my bare arms as I stroll tense along the gravel path towards the main entrance. After my breakdown this morning I briefly considered just staying in bed, but my mother's comforting words have reached their destination and now here I am. With every step my heart beats one beat faster and I have to breathe deeply to be able to keep my composure to some extent.I can see Kat's black hair in the foyer. She has her back to me, so she can't see me, which is why I'm heading straight for her. But before I even reach her, she suddenly turns around, gazing straight at me. My heartbeat is accelerating and I have to pull myself together

• Is it true Love?   Don't be afraid

  I'm standing on an empty street. It looks familiar to me, but I've never been here before. It is getting dark and thick clouds of fog creep over the paved ground. To the left and right of me there are numerous trees lined up with bare branches swaying in the light wind. It's so quiet that all I can hear is my breath and my dull heartbeat. Suddenly I recognize a light that seems to come closer and closer, until it is finally so bright that I put my hands protectively in front of my eyes. And then it's black again. Only gradually do I get used to the darkness again and turn around in shock when I hear a faint whimper behind me. And then I see it.There's a car in the middle of the street ... on the roof. The sheet metal is completely dented, the white paint is partially sanded off and all the panes that I can see from here are smashed. Smoke rises from the hood, which promptly mixes with the fog and mutates into a single, larg

• Is it true Love?   Nervous

  Satisfied, I look around my room, which is now finally filled with life. I've spent the last three hours putting my clothes in the closet, pounding photos of my past on the walls, and putting my personal belongings on shelves. Since I've been here, I haven't touched the moving boxes and have only lived on the bare minimum. Today it is different for the first time.I only took the box with the painting utensils unopened to the attic. Painting has always been my great passion since I can remember. But I didn't touch a brush after Dad's accident, and when I did, it felt so wrong that I had to put it away quickly. My passion left me with my father, mainly because he was the one who believed in me the most. My self-drawn portrait of him is the only picture that I allow to take a seat in my room and to remember him every day.Fortunately, Robin actually picked me up from school today, which saved me from further interpersonal confrontations and the rest of the day was relati