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

Undecided I bit my lower lip. I was supposed to stay away from the store, but there was still this little voice inside me that told me that I should myself as a look around yourself. Probably I had already pitch and he had already closed when I arrived. It was now after seven o'clock, I did not believe that such a small shop was open for so long. However, I made my way there. I could indeed just curious look at the costs, a potential customer who had arrived just too late.What I promised myself that, I however did not know.Maybe I just wanted to finally keep at this voice inside me. If I had once been directly at the store, my curiosity was perhaps finally satisfied. And if it was already closed, I could anybody there further notice. I realized that I, how stupid was me just myself to calm trying because I knew my idea. Curiosity killed the cat, it shot me go through my head. Hopefully the saying would not apply to me.I did not need long until I stood in fron

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

I bit my lower lip, without worrying about my lipstick, and put my chain off to take care of the little box with Changying's chain out of the closet. I carefully took out the chain and looked at it a few heartbeats before I was giving Lena a look."I think it will not mind it." So I put the chain around and then looked for a matching ring and a bracelet out of my jewelry box. After I created everything, I settled for assessment by Lena. She eyed me critically from all sides, but then stretched a thumbs-up."You look great.""Thank you. Okay, go, we go down. Have you packed everything? ""Sure, I'm already done." Lena stormed out of my room and I heard her herunterpoltern the stairs. Smiling, I took my high heels and my purse and followed her slowly. The shoes I changed just down the hall. My parents were already finished. My mother insisted on a photo of me to make, and then we all left together the house and got into the car. My father turned on the time

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

So loud it was, I cried for help. The weight on me was easier, but I did not dare to move. Maybe my attacker was armed, maybe he just pulled a gun to kill me. I just cried constantly, hoping that someone finally come and would help me, and finally I actually heard footsteps come closer."Paula? What's wrong? "That was Britta, I felt hands me grabbed and pulled up. Before me Britta, Rabia and three boys were. Britta took me gently by the arm while I looked around frantically."There ... there was someone ... has attacked me," I stammered, clutching me to Britta. I could out of my classmates, however, see no one, the guy had to go back into the darkness be gone. Presumably, he was again somewhere in the bushes or already fled into the street."Come once pure." Britta gently pulled me with him. Once in the restaurant she pressed down on a bench and sat down beside me. She took one of the bottles of water from the table and filled a glass, which she handed to me. "D

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

My thoughts swirled and I tried my way down explanations. Maybe I was stuck somewhere and had not realized it, maybe a little damage had already been in the material and had increased. That might be all nonsense, but the thought that I am actually someone had attacked me just did fear.I turned the dress back around so I could not see the tears, and sat down on my bed. My cell phone was on the bedside table, but the battery was almost empty. I plugged in the charging cable and lay down. hear a little music would distract me.Sighing, I lay down and turned on his back. That was crazy. Changying's killer would not risk received me on the prom attack, there were just too many people have been. to the fact that the music would distract me so much.But maybe I should also not distract me. As long as Changying's murderer was not prepared, I would make me always wonder who it had been. Since it was better if I tried everything gather what experienced since insertion of

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

 there they were again, the gloomy thoughts and the sickening feeling of being watched. I was glad I was not on the road yet in the bus alone. This bus was not as full as the before and I landed a spot close to the door.Area flew almost past me and I did not even notice as we approached my destination, far too much, I was lost in thought. If I can help Changying? If her death have been prevented?These questions have never left me, even if they moved constantly in the background. But they were always there, gnawing at me and woke diffuse feelings of guilt, even though I knew I could do nothing for her death. Nevertheless, I imagined how it would have been if I had convinced Changying that she spoke with her parents.Lost in thought, as I was, I missed my stop actually, so I had to walk a bit, but I did not mind. I hoped that the exercise and fresh air wanted to drive my cat.In the nursery there were only white cut orchids, so I took one and a pink