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Okay... das ist ein Cover für ein englisches Buch an welchem ich gerade arbeite... allerdings weiß ich nicht ob es gut ist und wollte euch nach einer kurzen Leseprobe um eure Meinung fragen... :/ 

Außerdem ist das Buch mehr oder weniger ein Experiment um zu sehen wie gut ich mit der englischen Sprache zurechtkomme... also... uhm... wärt ihr so nett einen Blick auf den folgenden Text zu riskieren und mir zu sagen ob ihr es lesen würdet... ?

Klappentext:

Cole Spouse is your average, not - so average teenager.He drinks, he partys and he has done drugs before, but that's nothing against what's comming for him...It's nothing against HER...

( nur vorrübergehend... bis ich weiß was ich hier überhaupt tue ) 

Chapter 1 - Street Fights

I always loved a good fight and I always loved a good drama. Not because I liked to see people get hurt, no. It was more because I had a feeling of safety myself, everytime another had to take a punch. It made me feel like I was out of danger.

So nobody should have been surprised, when I was standing in my room staring down at the cold street in front of our house and watched two dark figures throwing punches at each other. It fascinated me how their shadows moved... So careful...So sly. The only bit of light was coming from the streetlights, that were lightly worn out from all those years standing there. They both, were waiting for the other to make one wrong step, to make one mistake, so they could make the final strike and win.

It's always like this and it's always been like this. There is the same strategy behind every fight. All of them thought and acted the same way, none of them was good enough to stand out and be different.

I probably would have been a really good fighter, that for sure, I knew all the techniques, all the tricks. But still somehow I wasn't thrilled being a fighter, I always liked watching more than actually fighting.

I felt a light weight on my shoulder and turned around, only to be attackted by my bigger sisters grinning face.

" What are you doing, still up so late? "

I wasn't in the mood to tell her about all the night's that I spend in front of the window or in the street, watching people beating each other up. Not that I ever was.

" It's full moon, I couldn't sleep "

Critically she watched me, like she was trying to figure out what I was hiding and why I wasn't telling her the truth. 

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( Das war jetzt eine klitzekleine Leseprobe... wie findet ihr es soweit? Würdet ihr es lesen? )

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