Friday, 22 May 2009

When I finish school... (essay)

It’s daytime. I’m sitting on a school chair thinking about my future. It’s so complicated. I haven’t got anything on my mind.

I’m not living in the future. Everything I care about is today. My friends are thinking about some life abroad. They want to be film stars, singers, players, but I don’t care. Maybe I want to become a basketball player, but it’s just a dream. Now, when I look at them, they all look the same, ordinary kids, but maybe some of them will be who knows what. This life and all is stupid to me.

When I finish school, start to work and meet some girl, I hope everything will be different.

Borislav Tesla, VIII2, May 2009

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