Nu skall ni få något riktigt speciellt! Eftersom jag varit så dålig på att hålla den här bloggen vid liv.

Man kan säga att det var den här texten som på något sätt startade mitt skrivintresse och att det här det började. Denna text var en uppgift till en engelska timme i högstadie (men jag fortsatte skriva på den på fritiden. 12 kapitel) så jag kan bra varna er för dålig engelska. Jag tror faktiskt inte att jag rättat hemskt mycket sen dess…

Denhär fanns även på Hoggy en gång i tiderna. Åtminstone Nelle borde känna igen den här.

Jag har faktiskt lite svårt själv att läsa igenom den här nuförtiden eftersom jag tycker att den är ganska så hemsk, men man ser åtminstone att jag blivit bättre med åren. Och det är ju positivt.

Men nu skall jag sluta babbla och låta er läsa istället.

Love?

Chapter 1.

”What do you think you’re doing?” little Virginia Johnson shouted at James.
Virginia had seen from her window that James and his friends were teasing Peter again. He did it every time he could and as a matter of fact very often in front of her house.
“Oh, so little Virginia came out to help her friend.” James said with a weird note in his voice.
“He is not my friend,” Virna said, she called herself that. “and don’t call me that, my name is Virna!”
Virna had always hated when someone called her Virginia, especially when James called her that.
“If he’s not your friend why should I stop teasing him?” James asked. “and why do you care?”
Virna smiled and shook her head.
“You can be so stupid at times, do you know that?”
James and his friends looked questioning at Virna as if they thought she was crazy.
“I can’t be stupid!” James said. “I am the best pupil in school.”
“And that makes you smart?”
“Well…yes.”
“You think I don’t know what you’re trying.”
“Well I don’t know” James said. “have I succeeded?”
Virna laughed hard and said. “No I will not go out with you!” She walked a bit nearer James so that she was standing right in front of him. “Why should I?”
James raised his hand to touch Virna’s hair as he did every time. When his hand came and touched her hair, she felt a warm feeling rush through her whole body. She  pulled away from him.
“You’re an idiot!” she screamed at him and ran into her house.
A lot of questions were going through her little mind. What was that feeling she had every time he touched her? Why did she have it?
Was she in love with James?