Heihei, jeg trenger respons. Spesiellt på historier jeg legger ut, jeg vil gjerne vite hva som kunne blitt bedre, dårlige og om jeg har skrivefeil og/eller gramatikkfeil.
Rett på meg!
Senere vil det helt sikkert komme tegninger og slikt også, men mest historier.
Denne historien handler om ei kreftsyk jente.
The hospital was scary. White walls, doctors everywhere. Wires connected to you. The Chemotherapy weakened her. Poor Oriel. The girls name was Oriel Tomine. She used just Oriel. Oriel was a unlucky girl, in a age of three she got leukemia. Now she was seven, years has passed since the day that would change her life for ever.
Oriel was lying in the bed with tears in her eyes. She was afraid. “Miss Johnson,” the doctor said as he walked through the door. Johnson was Oriel's last name. “Y-Yes?” Oriel asked carefully. She was a little afraid, her voice showed that. None of Oriels family was there with her. She and the doctor was alone in the sad hospital-room. Oriels ocean-blue eyes looked afraid. It was clear that she didn't like the hospital – or the doctors.
“We have to cut out the Chemotherapy.” It was a slight pause. “Just for a little while,” the doctor added quick.
“What … What if it goes wrong?” Oriel looked carefully at the doctor. “MOMMY!” She howled and started to cry.
“It don't. Everything gonna be okay, miss Johnson.” The doctor was calm. “Your body is tried after all the Chemotherapy. We have to take a break. Just for a few months,” he said – as calm as always. “Your mommy is here. The nurse is saying the same to her as I said to you.”
Oriel started to breath again. “I want mommy now.”