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At ten o'clock she finally standed in front of the door of her house. Juan grant her a last smile and raced away on his scooter.
   She bungled a moment with her keys, before mum opened up. She frowned and mumbled: 'How many you've drunk, young lady? You aren't sixteen yet, do you know that? Do you still know our consent?'
   'I didn't drink something, mum.' Mirca stumbled to the living-room and let herself fall backwards on the sofa.
   'Nonsense. If you are looking like that, there are two options: A; you drunk and B; you've got a boyfriend.'
   'Guess again.' She nested a bit deeper into the pillows.
   'B?'
   'Indeed.' She sighed dreamy.
   'Juan?'
   She nodded yes. 'His mum makes fan-tas-tic taco's.'
   'Better then mine?'
   'They tasted not like door mat. I think that's positive,' Mirca sighed.
   'Come on, to bed with you,' her mother the kitchenmaniac laughed, 'your Mexican sueño wouldn't like it for sure if he meets you tomorrow like this.'

But they didn't meet again.

'What has gone wrong? What is happening with me?' Mirca wiped her tears out of her eyes and let her mother sway her. 'First Tim and now Juan...'
   'It will become good,' soothed mum her.
   'How can this all become good?'
   'It's not because of you, my little angel. It's all a big accident and above all bad luck. They'll find Juan and Tim and trace the offender.'
   Mirca nodded slowly and pulled the bedspread a bit closer around herself. She had not the power to protest.
   'Now go to sleep.'
   'Yes... Allright.' She picked up the bedspread and shuffled to the door of the living-room. 'Mum?'
   'Yes, love?'
   'I love you.'
   'I love you too, darling.' Mum chuckled.
   Halfway the stairs the bad luck was getting grip on her again. She sank down and yearned for breath. The bedspread slipped down her shoulders and came down in front of the feet of the police officer who interrogated her earlier that evening.
   'Mirca?'
   Watch out for the eyes...
   Mi amor...
   I don't beleeve in fairytales and it's not right that you are doing that...
   Sueño...
   It's all a sueño...
   'Mirca?' Arms that detained her. She screamed and kicked and tried to get herself out of it. It was so warm, so sweltering...
   'Let me go...' she moaned.'
   'Mirca. Darling. It's al an unpleasent ddream, darling.'
   Sueño...
   A drowsy emptyness in front of her closed eyes. Clouds in the sky, a storm was coming towards her. Then she lost her last energy and subsided.
   Sueño...
Next part coming. Especially for my good friend =millenias-night.
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What are you talking about? You're English is really good :boogie: And so is this story :wow: