All Chapters of When Two Opposites Meet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Why do you have dark circles further to the North Pole?" Erin asked me. Nice that she pointed this out to me so obviously. "Maybe because I couldn't sleep at all last night?" "How come?" Asked Zoe. Yes ... may I introduce my over-concerned clique. Even though I sometimes felt like we were a picture book sample of these popular high school cliques ... I could still count on every one of them.As befits any good high school clique, Jess was practically our leader. But she was somehow not your typical breed. Because of her reddish hair, she was often bullied during elementary school, she told us. Even so, at some point she became a real beauty, which is why the teasing set in. And not only that: Because of her self-confidence, she became a real swarm of men.Since then she had somehow made it her business to help pretty losers get up. Yes, I was a loser once too. Why? You can guess three times. Because of my great ex-best friend Lucas. He had always been the more popular

I carefully felt for the string. "Now what?" "Now you can look up." I put my head back and then opened my eyes. What I saw there was just amazing. Instead of the one black balloon there was now a whole pile of the sort."Why are the balloons all black?" I asked him in amazement. "Because that's the way I am." "I think a pink balloon or two in between wouldn't hurt." When those words left my lips, we took off."That's funny," he said, but this time without that funny laugh. Although it would have fit his sentence well. "What's funny about that?" "If I didn't hear the opposite in your thoughts, then I could swear that you remember."The masses of black balloons carried us higher and higher into the sky. Now nobody was allowed to burst. He noticed my nervousness and put an arm around me to calm me down. But it was already clear that these weren't normal balloons. Otherwise my hands would not have been able to hold the cord for much longer. ....

Still no answer. I looked up with a sigh. Much had changed here. The flower bed to my right was now framed by a self-made fence, with a painted metal bird watching over them. Should that look pretty? Why did we always enjoy going here anyway?The large, wide meadow came together in the middle to form a small elevation. We used to toboggan down there with our sled. Today the edge has been embellished with stones from which wild bushes grow out.My eyes fall on the swing next to me. It is empty. The only thing I see on it is white bird droppings. The ropes are worn out because they have been carrying the swing for a while.When I see the beautiful farmhouse at the back on the left, it ran down my spine. Surely everyone in their childhood had this scary grandma who ran after you after you hit the bell with the frying pan. Well, I still had them in my youth. Not even because we pissed off the woman in this house. Just when we were hanging around laughing on that swi