Nun stand ich mit Heikes Handtasche und meinen immer ungewohnten Outfit ander Stra?e. Unser Auto fuhr vor. Am Steuer sa? ein grauhaariger Mann undnich... meine Mutter, mit blondierten Haaren.Aber ich erkannte meinen Pulli.Ich st?ckelte auf das Auto zu. Gerd schaute verwundert. "Bist du das Mirko?"Ich l?chelte. "Ja ich bin's, nenne mich Miriam." Aber Kind", sagte Gerd, "du siehst ja aus wie ein Nutte."Ich stieg ein. Im Radio liefen zahlreiche Berichte ?ber die weltweitenVer?nderungen. Nebenbei kam. Chris made it very clear from the beginning that he was attracted to her. Which was flattering, but nothing more. She had never been attracted to black guys.She sat back in her chair, closed her eyes, and massage the bridge of her nose with a thumb and forefinger. Staring at the computer was an absolute strain on the eyes. Not a great thing for someone with constant migraines. “Please let me not get a migraine,” she pleaded with her head.When she opened her eyes, Chris was standing in the door. "why does this always happen?" she asked herself, flicking through her phone. She watched as all her friends celebrated with their families, tables packed with jolly people and hearty food. "if only my family lived closer, then I'd be able to visit them" she moaned, pulling herself off the sofa. She grabbed a box of decorations and started hanging them on the branches of her artificial tree. Suddenly, her phone rang. "hello?" she replied eagerly. "hey, Steph?" a voice replied on the other end. It's very funny, especially if it's a windy day and the notes are blowing all over the place, and me and Tiff can just sit in our cars, watching and laughing.She doesn't ALWAYS throw money out, by the way. Sometimes we drive up to the guys – who get all excited when they see our cars, obviously – and she stops, winds her window down, just grins at them for a while. I'm grinning too because it's very funny. She gives them nothing at all and we get to savour the disappointment on their old.