Love Story part 1

Noniin, nyt saatte pätkän mun tarinaa. Päätin kirjottaa tän sittenkin kokonaan englanniks, kun iski sellanen into. Kirjotusvirheitä löytyy varmasti, ainaki jotain pieniä in/on/at virheitä, ku ne on mun heikkous.. :D Mut yrittäkää nyt ymmärtää jotain, ja muistakaa, että http://www.sanakirja.org/ on keksitty! :) Ilman sitä tääkään tarina ois kyllä kuulostanu jonkun kolmosluokkalaisen kirjottamalta, kun tuli aika monta ongelmasanaa eteen.. :D Mutta nyt, lukekaa ja kommentoikaa. Jos joku on luovalla päällä, niin tälle pitäis keksiä parempi nimi ku toi yksinkertanen Love Story.. Joku enkunkielinen nimi, tietty. Tätä on tulossa lisää parin päivän sisään varmaankin.

Sori muuten, kattie, kun matkin sun tarinan julkasemistyyliä näin paljon, mut tää tuntu luonnollisimmalta.. :)

It was very cold evening in January. The ground was covered by snow. Thousands and thousands of snowflakes were dancing down from the sky.
I was walking in a thick snowdrift with my high-heeled shoes. ”Ush, next time I take my winter shoes, when it’s snowing like this!” I mumbled. My socks were already wet.
After the long, hard way I was finally there. I saw Jenny’s house on the other side of the street. I walked briskly to the door and pressed the doorbell. I didn’t have to wait long. In few seconds I heard Jenny’s voice: “Come in, the door is open!” I opened the door and stepped in.
I was really surprised, when I looked around. There was so many jackets and shoes on the floor. It looked like every student from our school had came to Jenny’s party.
I leaved my winter clothes in the corridor and walked to the living room. There really was many people. Music was very loud and the bass beated in my heart. My gaze twisted around the little room, but I disappointed. He wasn’t there. I sat to a chair and stared at the door.
I terrified, when I looked at a table in the living room. It was full of alcohol drinks: beer, wine, cider… Many people were already in drunk. “Hey, do you want something?” one boy asked me, when he saw I was looking at the table. “Eh, no thanks”, I said quickly. I was not going to drink anything, not in this party. If that would happen, what I was hoping, I wanted to remember it. Forever.
I sat still for long, long time. I didn’t eat or drink anything, just sat and stared the door. It opened many times, but the person was never that right one. Jonathan. I wanted to see him so badly. I haven’t seen him for weeks really.
When it was eleven o’clock, I realized that he was not going to come. I felt few tears in my eyes. They were just dripping in my cheeks, spreading my make-up, when I heard something. Someone opened the door. I was so hopeful, that I rose from my chair and walked quickly to the corridor.

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