All Chapters of Love Lessons: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In times like these, we don't survive in our reality.It can do more than a thought, a feeling, an idea or any good on earthto love life .In a world like this, human virtues and morals are equal to the ravaged cities of our civilization, nothing more than stone ruins and a tree of a thousand trees with no forest within reach.When we don't know where it all startedThen how do we know the end?And when the end suggests more than darkness and death.When the beginning is the key to life, the end has sprung from an idea that knows how to flood our worlds.Why should we meet life when we destroy it?Does it matter that we have an idea for human survival?Does the idea give us the right to judge good and bad?When we explore the beginning of our life, we may find the answers to our questions.When will it all end?How everything will endWill it all end? .........

She had to be pretty popular at school, everyone liked her, and she smiled all over the place when she greeted the young people and introduced me.I had to go to my locker and she showed me the way, when we reached the right locker, the girl suddenly stopped and grabbed my arm, her expression worried."Are you sure you don't want to maybe change your locker?"I didn't understand her concern and looked in the direction she was looking. About ten meters in front of us were five tall, slim and sporty-looking youngsters, laughing or making out like a tightly embraced couple. Already while watching one felt sick, the only thing missing was that they undressed in front of us all. The teenagers next to the kissing couple didn't seem to mind, they seemed to be in a good mood."Why should I change the locker?" I asked.Of course I knew why Hilary made this suggestion to me. It could not be overlooked that this troop thought they were something better.

“We could go to the beach after school,” suggested Ina enthusiastically. Everyone was thrilled and I was bored stirring my spagettis. "Would you like to come with me?" Hilary asked hopefully. Everyone looked at me waiting. I woke up from my daydream: "Um, I don't know, I still have to unpack boxes and such," I explained. "But not in such beautiful weather conditions," Sara protested in disbelief and again the other girls agreed. "Come on, this is going to be really great," said Hilary.I hesitantly ran a hand through my hair and bit my lip. "I don't know, I can't let my mother unpack it by herself," I explained."Just bring it with you, then it won't be unpacked either," suggested Sara and everyone else gave her a reproachful look, but she shrugged her shoulders."Why not? She still looks very young, she wouldn't attract attention. ”Now I was amazed too, how could she know that."I saw her let you out of school," she answered our

Now I was ready to run, further and further, faster and faster and with less and less breath. But I laughed and even thought of my dead brother with a clear conscience. We didn't experience much together, but one thing we both loved to do for our lives was that running was our common home. Before he discovered any other drug, he ran with me almost every day, so long and so fast that we laughed and hugged each other and promised to always carry this feeling of freedom in our hearts. From today on I would carry this feeling back inside me, I promised him, wherever he may be, my beloved brother.I was no longer running over sand, but through the city, some people looked after me while I ran barefoot on the sidewalk past them. I knew roughly the direction I had to take to get to our new home. The longer I ran, the fewer thoughts swirled through my head, yes I could almost say that I wasn't thinking about anything anymore, but just enjoying the feeling of freedom. Every step took

Fortunately, however, the teacher was not in the room when we stepped in and looked for three empty seats a little further back. Science subjects were really not my thing and since I had also been out for six months, it was now twice as bad. While the others excitedly started the experiment that was described on the board, I sat with Sara in front of ours and mixed something that began to bubble threateningly less than two minutes later. Sara and I looked at each other in silence and both had the same idea. We each grabbed a glass and filled it with water and quickly poured it over the now smelly broth. Don't ask me what exactly we should mix, in any case it shouldn't bubble or turn a poisonous green color.Mr. Schmitz, our chemistry teacher, ordered us both to do two homework because we were the only group that had nothing to do with anything, either in practice or on paper.When we fled the chemistry room after a long sermon by Mr. Schmitz, the thirteenth graders wer