Commercial Actresses With Long Straight Red Hair

The days go by ...

A MONTH AND A HALF AFTER ...

are in school.
Last hour of today.
German. Last
hour lesson before the class test.
I have no fear or excitement.
I've never had before class assignments, even when I had not studied. I can always
cevarmela.
Time flows in the same way, but I do not understand why sometimes it seems that instead of running and sometimes it seems that the clock efforts to move forward.
14:15 am the ...
Here summer is now long over.
The trees are changing color, autumn breeze ruffles my hair every day, the morning if I look out the window ... I see only mist.
But where are they over?
Another week of school, and finally reach the long-awaited vacation. BERLIN
here I come! A month and a half
has passed.
I feel good here.
I met great people who make me laugh ... I love to laugh!
Although the parties (or as they say, at a party), as I'm in the group, laughing, talking, joking ... I feel that I'm missing something, or rather someone. Those
that no one can ever replace. They
. Unique
.
Oguna with its faults and its virtues.
They, my friends.
My thoughts are with them today.
Like every day, smiling when I look at our photos.
I'm happy.
happy to have had the courage to be up on that bus, the courage to begin this new experience.
And for this I thank my parents who always support me and that I have left off.
Mom, Dad, I'm growing.
The girl I was is going and what you see is a woman.
And I guess, you two, white hair, sitting on the couch with my dog, the album of our photos in hand, browse the smiling and happy for what I and my brother we have become today, thanks to you!
14.30 pm ...
20 minutes and yet another day is nearly past.
And tomorrow ... WHAT WILL 'TO ME?