All Chapters of Thirteen girls....: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I could believe what bad luck I had it or not, when I was on my way to my meeting with Shen. The bus broke down after the second stop, so we all get out and had to keep moving elsewhere because of course the next bus would once stuck. He could overtake the defective bus in theory, but was so unhappy in a curve that not even a normal car would get past him. I decided to go home and take my bike, but was not in the garage."Mom?" I found my mother in the garden where they just poured the beds."Did you not meet with Shen you?""The bus broke down. I wanted to take my bike. It is not in the garage. "Asking I looked at her, then she nodded."I borrowed it earlier Sybille. Across the street. Her bike had a flat tire and she was late. ""Oh great." Perplexed, I looked at my mother. It did not bother me once that she had lent the wheel, I used it anyway little and it was always more of a Familienrad. I had chosen it bare. No, I just annoyed that I did not

The next few days flew by. Shen was me actually not bad, we cleared the misunderstanding the very next day. He simply told me that he also led a very old-fashioned phone book, a simple vocabulary book, which he had acquired years ago. I also got myself a now be recorded in writing to my contacts. So were at least not lost, when it happened that my cell phone gave up the ghost. Also, a new charging cable I bought. Although we had one or two spare cable at home, but I'd rather had my own.My year abroad would it unfortunately still have to wait a bit, but that did nothing. I discussed with my parents that I wanted casual work in the time until then. There were some jobs that were also directed to unskilled workers, as I would find something. Our prom was, after all, even before, so my thoughts on Changying's killers a little into the background moved. I backed away from the idea to visit the antique shop again, at least in the near future. Motivated by the thought of the prom a

The music blared in my ears, my pulse was racing and I felt happy, well, alive. My thoughts of Changying were pushed into the background, it would not hold it against me hope that I just enjoyed the prom.The speeches had I liked it, even if they somewhat had been too long for my taste. it had very sapped my nerves, too, had suddenly spoken as Britta von Changying. Also some other classmates was near gone, I had noticed it on their faces. Rabia next to me had I almost started crying exactly. She and Changying had been good friends. After the speeches, the prom team had opened the buffet and since then I forbade me sad thoughts. I wanted to just enjoy this evening. Not only for me but also for Changying.A surprise had also been the school yearbooks. When I had the book for Changying's parents want to buy, Britta had turned down. The Abibuchteam had decided that they wanted to give them the book, which I thought was nice. My parents had taken the books, as they had earl

I was certainly glad to adopted as the two police officers after the survey and Rabia called a taxi. She also wanted to go and I was glad that I would not be alone. Britta wanted to stay a little, I saw her on, so I refused even when she offered to accompany us. There were two, the taxi would pick us up right outside the restaurant - because nothing could happen. Quite apart from the fact that I might have just imagined the attack.*******My head was pounding when I woke up, but the nasty, furry feeling in my mouth was much worse. I sat quietly groaning and carefully opened his eyes. My room was darkened, probably my mother had let down my blinds. For a moment I was on the bed sit, then I got up because I wanted to rinse my mouth and urgently needed the toilet. Vino for a change, there was no sign, I suppose I had smelled it too much alcohol when I had returned the night of prom.The thought of the prom also brought the memory of the attack - the supposed attac

Of course, no one was watching me. That was just my brain conjured me something. Yet the feeling remained. Changying was gone like that? Had she, felt also observed when she was alone?I tried to distract myself, which I did not succeed. No matter what your YouTube video I clicked or what book I took in hand, again I looked nervously at the window, expecting that someone there would press his face against the glass. My door I had closed, so no one could look through the crack.But by the old-fashioned keyhole could peek someone. Since he would indeed only the wall look towards the door, but once there, the idea spread and I imagined how someone - Changying's killer - sat outside my door, the eye in front of the keyhole, the face of a mask covered. A simple, black mask, the only eyes and mouth released her so he could look in here and grin ...Stop it. Determined, I got up and went to the door over. No one, squatted in front of it to stare through the keyhole. Of