Characterisation
reversed - the best stories by class 10F
Die Geschichten wurden als Teil einer "umgedrehten" Charakterisierung geschrieben, d.h. es wurde zunächst ein Charakter mit Eigenheiten erfunden, dann wurde dieser Charakter in einem bestimmten Kontext bzw. einer Lebenssituation "zum Leben erweckt".
Story by Britta Barkela
It was late but it was still
bright in Los Angeles. In one bureau tower you could see the lights of a
Christmas festival taking place. It was the place where Albert Carter worked.
And it was him, this large and fat man who was already becoming bald, who
stepped into the elevator at half past eight to join the party. And as usual he
was not alone, his big pitbull called Hunter was with him.
At the party most of the
people ignored him, apart from a group of people who seemed to know him a
little more closely - they were obviously making fun of Albert. Albert was
distracted by them, so that not even he noticed that was Hunter quietly moving
away.
Half an hour later, after
Albert had depressively drunk nearly three bottles of champagne and offended
his boss, he really wanted to go home and whistled for Hunter. But Hunter was
gone, he had vanished into thin air.
Albert was badly upset about
his dog disappearing unnoticed by anyone and was deeply worried.
Suddenly there was a loud
scream which made everyone freeze in an instant. The strange, almost unhuman
cry had come from Albert's boss' wife. "My cat" she was was crying. Her voice
was breaking but she was obviously turing to anger. "This horrible creature has
killed my litty kitty!", she shouted pointing at Hunter who was just appearing
right next to her.
Albert was both horrified and
appalled by the - as he thought - completely unreasonable accusation and
turning towards the screaming woman he started shouting in reply. "Who do you
think you are? I just wonder what your stupid cat must have done that Hunter
had to defend himself so fiercly. I'm sure Hunter must have been really
frightened. I expect you to apologize" he screamed totally out of his mind.
Then he noticed everybody was
staring at him in disbelief. He heard his boss coldly telling him to go away.
"You have turned mad" were his words. Albert left and never came back to work.
Story by Sarah Waldner
Yesterday it was the school
concert. All pupils were looking forward to it because there were really good
school bands performing and there was a good mood at the school concerts every
year. One of the bands playing was "Crash" - probably the best school band of
all. In the meantime "Chrash" had started playing at other festivals, too,
because they were so good. The singer of the band was 16-year old Kevin
Swatson. All the girls adored him because he was such a handsome boy with his
blue eyes and dark hair. They all loved hearing his good voice - and seeing his
athletic body - when he was on stage. But not only the girls liked him. The
boys appreciated his style and music.
At eight o'clock the school
concert was supposed to start. Kevin and the other band members were waiting
backstage while the concert hall was already full of people. But suddenly Kevin
was called by one of his mates who needed his help seriously, so Kevin quickly
walked over to the teacher and persuaded him to move the band's performance to
the end of the school concert.
Once having left the concert
hall he jumped onto his scooter and quickly drove to his friend's place. After
his friend had told him about his problems and sad feelings, Kevin decided to
bring him along to the concert. He thought the music would distract him from
his problems and would do him good.
Then the concert began.
"Crash" made a really good performance and all the people were delighted about
hearing the new song, too. After the concert Kevin had to give lots of
autographs. It took hours until everybody had left and gone home.
Then Kevin took his scooter
and headed homewards, too. At about half of the way the saw Tim who had fallen off
his bike. But Kevin did not stop and help - "I won't waste my time for such an
ugly and unpopular boy as Tim is", he thought as the drove past.
Story by Henrike Mustert
Phew, I'm so glad this day is
over ... It was simply terrible!
I'm currently sitting in the
living-room reading a book. It's relaxing - especially because my parents and
my brother are not here to distract me. Blake, my brother, has his own house
here in New York and my parents have to work. Most of the time they're in
another city or country. So I really live alone most of the time. But I quite
enjoy that and I'm certainly not bored.
But - as I was telling you -
this day was a really terrible day.
It started yesterday. First it
was a normal day: I got up, took my shower and got dressed. Then I went to
school with my best friend, Blaire. That's where we met Brain and Ewan, who are
really good friends of ours. We talked a little and then we had to go to our
lessons.
After school Brian, Ewan,
Blaire and me walked right to the center of New York. It was there in Central
Park, where we met Lila. I hate her - no, WE hate her and she hates us, too.
Everytime she sees us she tries to provoke us. It's so annoying!
"Hey Lia! Is that a hotdog you
are eating? Don't you parents earn enough money for you to afford anything
proper to eat?".
"Isn't she stupid?", I was
thinking and Brian who could obviously read my mind said "Lia, don't listen to
what she's telling you! Ignore her!". I hesitated but then I said "Yes, you're
right. She's not worth it!".
I glanced at Blaire, because
she hates Lila just as much as I do, but she didn't say anything. She was only
glaring at her in dislike. So we ignored her and went away. Then we had lots of
fun.
So, as you can see, yesterday
was fine. But today things went from bad to worse. The day started just like
yesterday. I went to school and we had a good time. But during the lunch break
things changed. Brian, Blaire, Ewan and me were simply sitting at a table
enjoying our food, when suddenly Lila came walking past and tipped her food all
over me!
"What the ...?", I screamed
and screeched and jumped to my feet in an instant. I saw that the others
couldn't believe what Lila had done. I turned towards Lila and saw her nasty
smile. "Don't.", I heard Brian say, but I just couldn't ignore Lila any longer
so I took my food and tipped it over her in return. I yelled "Why did you do
that? You're so disgusting!". She glared at me and wanted to reply something
but then the headmaster hurried over to us and wanted to know what was going
on.
"She tipped all her food over
me - it's so disgusting!", Lila said.
I couldn't believe it and
yelled that she had started the fight by tipping her food over me. The
headmaster asked the others who had started the fight but even though everybody
confirmed my story both of us got a detention. That was horrible - having to
sit in one room with Lila for two solid hours! When I was back home Ewan phoned
me and we talked for a long time. "Lia, it was certainly rude of Lila but you
must see that it was simply a provocation! You should have ignored her, your
reaction was just what she had intended you to do."
"I know", I sighed, "but that
was ... I just wasn't able to ignore her provocations any longer."
Maybe I should listen to my
friends in situations like these and learn to control my feelings - but I'm
just too vivacious and stubborn...
Story by Annika Simmering
It's twelve o'clock in the
morning in New York. The sun is shining directly through the red-violett hair
of a young boy skating through the park. His face shows how much he is
concentrating and - as usual - you can also see anger in his face.
He never needs a reason to be
angry, but he simply is angry. He has thought about the reasons but they don't
matter really.
He reaches the great place in
the middle of the park. The other skaters there seem to be concentrating on the
tricks they are performing with their skate boards. But he knows they aren't.
It's just an activity to prevent them from boredom. It's not even the best
thing to do but at least a possibility. Without going to school there's a lot
of time to kill.
The boy, Kevin, starts to
skate again. But just a few minutes later he is stopped by a girl who is
standing in his way, so he can't avoid her. His face changes from angry to very
angry when he is forced to stop. "Move!" he grumbles angrily. "What's up, Kev",
the girl answers, "Why so angry this morning?". She seems to know his name but
she doesn't seem to know about his angry nature. "It's your fault. Seeing you
stimulates my anger - get out of my way! Right now!" The last words overwhelm
the girl, so she does as she is ordered.
He smiles at her and carries
on skating. For once there is no anger to be seen in his face.
