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 So. Wieder einmal war ich spät Nachts kreativ und habe einen Eintrag in Francis Tagebuch geschrieben. Zu der Stelle an der es heißt, es wäre einmal etwas so peinliches zwischen Francis und Marion passiert, dass sie sich nun nicht mehr leiden könnten. Ist leider noch nicht fertig. Aber lest es trotzdem... ;)

Dear Diary ,

this is Francis Abernathy again- surprise, surprise. Yesterday  the most embarressing thing happened to me. And it was all because of Bunny´s stupid latest girlfriend, this Marion-person. It all actually started like an ordinary Saturday. We had gone to the house the night before, including Marion. I mean, one should be polite and tolerant towards your friends´ realationships. Well, I all along had the feeling, this girl didn´t like us much. Me in particular. It isn´t that I wouldn´t know, what people are talking about behind my back. Just latly I (more or less acidentally) overheard, how this tall, brown  haired guy, you tried to join Greek classes – Richard Pippin , I think -  asked this horrorbl Judy-girl about me. And guess, what see said? “Francis Abernathy ? Oh, he´s a fag! Has probably srewed half the boys in here, when they were drunk after a frieday night party. I would watch out for him, if I were you. Or you may end up in his bed, too. Really, I´ve never seen such a gay queer-slut ever before.” Not only that I had never heard, so many different words for a homosexual person, no, she actually called me a slut! I wanted to turn around and cry at them to go to hell and to leave me in peace. In fact, Judy isn´t the holy virgin herself. Neither is Marion by the way. Frieday night I took the bedroom next to her and Bunny and I couldn´t sleep half of the night, because they were having EXTREMLY loud sex. Really, what were they proving? That they coud have the best sex ever? Maybe they were on some kind of mission for me. Something like “Look, faggot, could you ever top hetero sex? No? Then go straight again!” Ok, this might not be very likely, somehow, but I suppost at least Marion would have done it, if she would ever get the idea.

Now, Saturday morning, we had breakfast on the balconey, where Charles and I already had a few drinks, as usual. After a time Camilla got all too nervous and we had to take her out. Sometimes she can truly be like a dog! So we made a trip to the forests. We had a good time, walking through the woods and Charles and Camilla sang some old Greek song. Don´t know where they got it from-. It was something about ships and heros and someone being killed, all this stuff. It is a real pleassure to listen the to of them. Their voices match each other perfectly. His being to high for a boy, hers to deep for a woman. But both are they lovely. I greatly enjoyed the walk so far. At some time we reached an old oak tree. Certainly as old as the forest itselfs, I thought, and we decided it was the perfect place to have a rest. We drank Martinis and had some cookies I´d made the day before and sandwiches, fruites, chocolate and frensh cheese. Afterwards we lay around lazily for a time. The trunks of the tree were enormous and from time to time the twins and Bunny climbed on one of the highest ones. But shortly after that they´d come back to us, claiming they had done enough sports for the rest of their lives. But all the time, I noticed, Marion was acting a bit stange. For once she was constantly holding hands with Bunny, but then again I noticed her laying an eye on Charles. Well, who wouldn´t ? But I could see some sort of passion in her eyes, some demand, that made me suspicious. For Charles himself, he was to drunk to even notice her. I really think this might develop into some serious problem if he keeps drinking like this. But then again, he´ll get by, I guess. He always did. I remember Camilla telling me, that Charles used to smoke very badly, durnig his last Highschool year. Everybody had been worried about seeing him in a wheelchair in only ten years, if he keep on like this. And then he stopped from one day to the other. He still does it once in a while, but it´s not to take serious. Now it´s me , everybody worries about for smoking far too much. But I just tell them to cool down. It´s not that I couldn´t survive wuthout cigarretts any longer… But I`m losing my point again. So, we spend all day with our friend the oak tree. Henry knew plenty of poems about oak trees in plenty of languages and we were forced to listen to all of them. When finally we set off for the house, it was already dark night. The path we took had hardly any trees at its side, so we got a full view of the stars. Camilla and Henry walked at the front. camilla constantly giggling about the things Henry said to her. I wonder, whet they were. What I´m trying to say is, could you really imagen Henry making a joke? Then, just a few meters behind them came Bunny and Marion. Being all in love, looking at the stars and having some romantic-talk-stuff. Then, at the very end, there was us, Charles and me. Everywhere around us you could hear grilles and the wind in the gras and bushes. The airs was cool, but you could still feel the heat of the past day. Chales next to me smelled of alkohol and chocolate and soil. And if the others wouldn´t have been there and I Marion hadn´t turned arounf for Charles every minute, I would have thrown him to the ground and taken him right there and then. This may sound a bit uncivilized and animalic, but just being with him there made me dizzy and the Matinis had gone to my head. I just couldn´t keep my eyes off him. He was turning himself around, trying to point out the stars of Orion, the big bear, the lion and his favourit, the twins. He claimed he knew them all by heart, but actally he didn´t get one right .

… (=Fortsetzung folgt)

(P.S. Ich muss glaube ich aus rechtlichen Gründen (ich wieder, als anständiger Mensch) erwähnen, das alle erwähnten Figuren Donna Tartt gehören und ich hiermit keinen Profit machen will...)

 

 

WAS WÄRE  WENN DIE "GEHEIME GESCHICHTE" VON EINEM ANDEREN ALS DONNA TARTT GESCHRIEBEN WORDEN WÄRE ?

Stephen King ( The body / Stand by me)

-Henry, Charles, Richard und Francis wären teenager, die sich auf die Suche nach Bunny´s Leiche machen

-Charles wäre ein schussliger Typ, dessen großer bruder Cloke ist und der sein Leben lang nach vergrabenen Pennys sucht

-niemand hätte eine Affäre mit Camilla, geschweige denn das geringste Intresse an ihr

 

J.R.R. Tolkien

-Richard müsse einen Ring vernichten, unter der leitung des weisen Zauberers Julian

-Bunny versucht Richard den ring abzunehmen und stirbt bei dem Versuch, Francis und Charles vor einer Horde Collegestudenten zu beschützen

-Cloke wäre ein böser, körperloser Herrscher, der versucht vom College aus ganz hampten in seine Gewalt zu bringen

 

J.K. Rowling

-Hampten College wäre eine Schule für Zauberer

-Julian wäre der weise alte Schulleiter, dessen absoluter Lieblingsschüler Richard ist

-Richard schafft es immer wieder gegen den bösen cloke zu gewinnen und rettet in jedem Bzuch die Welt

-Es gäbe für jedes Schuljahr ein Buch

-Francis wäre richard´s bester Freund und nicht schwul (!!!) sondern stände auf ihre freundin Camilla

 

(Ich weiß auch nicht, was über mich gekommmen ist.... und warum bin ich so wütend auf cloke?)