Ángel Guirao
"A mysterious blonde girl" But the meeting was never held! Something must happened between dawn and noon tuesday, but I could’t remember. I racked my brain for hours trying to revive that morning and I was going to throw in the towel, but suddenly, a swift image shook my brain producing me dizziness. I could see myself watching through the window, looking to the horizon, grasping my cup of coffee with my right-hand. Then I lower my eyes and I realized that someone inside a van was watching me, spying on me, keeping an eye on all my little movements. He looked like an undercover FBI agent, he wore a black suit and dark sunglasses, but I couldn’t see his face sharply enough to recognize him again. He was parked in the sidewalk, waiting. Then the image dissipated and I couldn’t remember anything more. I felt panicked and I was shivering. “I am completely lost amidst a sea of uncertainty and there's a storm brewing” I uttered to myself. The most important thing was that I was alive, I survived to some physical and psychological torture during the last six days and now I should call my parents, take a shower, eat something and sleep as much as possible. And that’s exactly what I did, I’ve never enjoyed myself so much as I did in those long hours. The pizza was the most tasty pizza in the world, the shower was the most relaxing shower in the world and my bed…Oh my bed! How much I missed it! It was the most comfortable bed in the whole word. I awoke up forty eight hours later feeling great, with my batteries fully charged. I jumped out of bed and prepared a delicious breakfast, I deserved it: strawberry protein pancake roll ups with yogurt filling. If my mom was here, she would be terrified by the scene: my kitchen was a total mess, full of treats dispersed here and there, plates and glasses piled up in the sink, and I couldn’t appreciate the sky-blue kitchen floor because of the oil stains. I cleaned it up in a few hours, I was in a frenzy, running hysterical from one place to another. And from this state of agitation I got an excellent idea to resolve this mysterious situation. Maybe Lana was a key element and I should call her. I didn’t knew nothing about her, we were drunk when we spent that passionate night in my apartment. Probably she was still upset with me because I stood her up on that ridiculous date, but again I had no option. She was the unique one who could help me with this delicate matter. All my life here in New York was tremendously boring and routine.
Sep 2, 2014 5:41 PM
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"A mysterious blonde girl"

 

But The meeting was never held! Something must happened between dawn and noon on Tuesday but I couldn’t remember. I racked my brain for hours trying to revive that morning and I was going about to throw in the towel, but when suddenly, a swift image shook my brain producing causing me to become dizzy.

I could see myself watching through the window, looking to the horizon, grasping my cup of coffee with my right-hand. Then I lowered my eyes and I realized that someone inside a van was watching me, spying on me, keeping an eye on all my little movements.

He looked like an undercover FBI agent. He wore a black suit and dark sunglasses but I couldn’t see his face sharply enough to recognize him again. He was parked on the sidewalk, waiting. Then the image dissipated and I couldn’t remember anything more. I felt panicked and I was shivering.

“I am completely lost amidst a sea of uncertainty and there's a storm brewing” I uttered to myself. The most important thing was that I was alive. I had survived to some physical and psychological torture during the last six days and now I should wanted to call my parents, take a shower, eat something and sleep as much as possible. And that’s exactly what I did. I’ve never enjoyed myself so much as I did in those long hours. The pizza was the most tasty pizza in the world, the shower was the most relaxing shower in the world and my bed…Oh my bed! How much I had missed it! It was the most comfortable bed in the whole word.

I awoke up forty eight hours later feeling great, with my batteries fully charged. I jumped out of bed and prepared a delicious breakfast. I deserved it. Strawberry protein pancake roll ups with yogurt filling. If my Mom was here, she would be terrified by the scene: my kitchen was a total mess, full of treats dispersed here and there, plates and glasses piled up in the sink and I couldn’t appreciate the sky-blue kitchen floor because of the oil stains.

I had it cleaned it up in a few hours. I was in a frenzy, running hysterically from one place to another. And from this state of agitation I got an excellent idea on how to resolve this mysterious situation. Maybe Lana was the key here element. and I should call her. I didn’t know nothing anything about her. We were drunk when we spent that passionate night in my apartment. She was probably still upset with me because I stood her up on that ridiculous date but then again I had no option. She was the unique only one who could help me with this delicate matter. All my My whole life here in New York was tremendously boring and routine.

 

A very interesting story and I want to read more :)


Some points to remember:


Anything = for a person eg she didn't tell me anything.

Nothing = for an object/item eg there was nothing in the cupboard

 

Past tense verbs (lowered) end with +ed

adverbs (hysterically) mostly end with +ly

September 2, 2014
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