Schlüter Level 4 - Kid City

Englische Ausgabe
1. Auflage 2017
ISBN: 978-3-401-80603-7
Verlag: Arena Verlag eBooks
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Deutsch, 200 Seiten

'Die Stadt der Kinder' ist für den dreizehnjährigen Computerfreak Ben das Spiel aller Spiele. Noch nie ist es ihm gelungen, die letzte Spielebene zu erreichen. Bei einem seiner unzähligen Versuche verschwinden durch einen Fehler im Programm alle Erwachsenen - nicht nur im Spiel, sondern auch in der Wirklichkeit. Ein atemberaubend spannender Roman, in dem Kinder Verantwortung übernehmen und sich erfolgreich organisieren. Englisch lernen mit einem der erfolgreichsten Jugendromane der letzten Jahre - da ist Hochspannung im Unterricht angesagt. Die Übersetzung von einer der renommiertesten Übersetzerinnen (sie übersetzte unter anderem Cornelia Funkes 'Tintenherz' ins Englische) sowie die didaktische Ausarbeitung sorgen für optimalen Lernerfolg - und die spannende Geschichte für den nötigen Spaß dabei.

Andreas Schlüter, geboren 1958 in Hamburg, ließ sich nach dem Abitur zunächst als Großhandelskaufmann ausbilden. Er hat mehrere Jahre Kinder- und Jugendgruppen geleitet, bevor er zu schreiben anfing. Nach einer Zeit bei der Hamburger Rundschau gründete er 1990 mit Kollegen das Journalistenbüro SIGNUM Medienservice. Inzwischen ist er vorrangig als freischaffender Autor tätig. Nach einigen Kurzkrimis, die er 1993 veröffentlichte, kam der große Erfolg 1994 mit seinem ersten Kinderroman 'Level 4 - Die Stadt der Kinder'. Weitere erfolgreiche Titel folgten: 'Der Ring der Gedanken', 'Heiße Spur aus Afrika' und 'Achtung Zeitfalle'. 1996 startete er die erfolgreiche Reihe 'Kurierdienst Rattenzahn'. Für diese Reihe erhielt Andreas Schlüter 1998 als erster Preisträger den vom Kulturkaufhaus Dussmann in Berlin gestifteten Krimipreis 'Emil'. Kinder und Jugendliche finden sich in seinen Hauptfiguren wieder, teilen ihre Interessen und Vorlieben, ihre Vorstellung von Spannung und vor allem ihre Stärken.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Schlüter, Andreas

Weitere Mitwirkende

Bell, Anthea

Leseproben

The New Computer Game

The sun shone through the window right into Ben’s eyes. Ben blinked, squinted at his radio alarm, and next moment he was wide awake. The clock showed sixthirty. He could really have slept in for another half an hour if he’d wanted, but today he just couldn’t do that.

(to) squint: schielen

Full of excitement, Ben jumped out of bed. Today was the day. Today he was finally getting that new computer game. His best friend Frank was going to bring it to school. In return Ben had promised him the new tracksuit that Grandma had given him. It was a steep price to pay. Just for a moment Ben had misgivings: ought he really to do the deal? His grandmother certainly wouldn’t be pleased to know he was planning to swap the tracksuit for a computer game. But he’d thought it all over for two weeks and made his decision. The computer game mattered more to him.

tracksuit: der Trainingsanzug

misgivings: die Bedenken

(to) swap: tauschen

Ben dressed at the speed of light. He opened his chest of drawers and snatched two socks, one red and one green. Now, quick, sweater and jeans. Minutes later he put his head around the door of his mother’s bedroom. »Hi, Mum! No breakfast today?« Ben’s mother shot upright in bed. She gave the alarm clock a frantic glance. Six thirty-three. Thank heavens, she hadn’t overslept after all.

»Ben!« she said in surprise. »Look, it’s only six thirty. Another forty-five minutes to breakfast. What’s up with you?«

at the speed of light: mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit

(to) snatch: greifen

frantic: hektisch, verzweifelt

»I have to be at school early today,« Ben told her in urgent tones. »I’m getting a new computer game.«

»I don’t believe it!« groaned Ben’s mother, letting her head drop back on the warm, soft pillow. . . »You wake me up half an hour early to tell me that?»

in urgent tones: mit drängeliger Stimme

(to) groan: stöhnen

»Well, it’s important,« said Ben grouchily.

»Oh, sure,« said his mother, slowly sitting up in bed again. She looked at Ben again and suddenly laughed out loud.

grouchily: grantig

»What’s the joke?« Ben inquired.

(to) inquire: nachfragen, sich erkundigen

Shaking her head, his mother looked at the red sock and the green sock. Her eyes moved on to the waist of Ben’s jeans, saw that his flies were still open, travelled still higher and noticed that his sweater was on back to front.

»You clown, have you looked at yourself in the mirror today?« asked his mother, giggling. »I bet the game was so important you didn’t even wash.«

waist: die Taille

flies (pl): der Hosenschlitz

Wash! I ask you! I’m getting the new computer game today and she carries on about washing! Ben was baffled. I washed last night, I slept in a clean bed and I got out of that clean bed again this morning. So can anyone tell me how I’d be dirty?

baffled: verblüfft

»I’m not a baby any more,« said Ben indignantly, hoping to get away from the awkward subject of washing as soon as possible.

»Of course not,« agreed his mother, grinning. »Still, it seems you’re not big enough yet to get dressed properly, let along make your own breakfast.«

indignantly: entrüstet, empört

awkward: unangenehm

»Oh, Ma!« groaned Ben. »You never take me seriously. Look, it’s nearly ten to seven. I must go.«

»It’s not even twenty to seven,« his mother corrected him. »Must be a really important game to get you up so early.« She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed her eyes sleepily again and picked up her dressing-gown from the floor beside the bed. »Where’s this wonderful game coming from?« she asked.

(to) groan: stöhnen

»Frank,« said Ben at once. »It’s a swap.« As soon as he said it he wished he hadn’t.

swap: der Tausch

Now she’ll ask what I’m swapping for it. He made a beeline for the kitchen. Sure enough, here came the question he expected. »A swap? What for?«

(to) make a beeline for sb/sth: schnell, geradewegs auf jdn/etw zugehen

Ben pretended he hadn’t heard. His mother shuffled into the kitchen and asked again as she took milk, butter and jam out of the fridge.

(to) pretend: vortäuschen, vorgeben; so tun, als ob

(to) shuffle: schlurfen

Ben took refuge in his room. »I have to pack up my things for school,« he said as casually as possible.

(to) take refuge in: sich flüchten

casually: beiläufig, lässig

As he entered his room, his radio alarm was just going off. It was set for quarter to seven. Some man reading the news summary was droning on. »The following measures to counter the escalation of street violence are therefore being discussed by parliamentary committees.« Ben pressed the Off button. All that boring talk, he thought. Who bothers about it?

(to) drone on: leiern

(to) counter: bekämpfen, entgegenwirken

He picked up his school bag, hoping it had the books he’d need today in it. Over the last three days he’d been lucky anyway with the basic stuff in his bag. An exercise book, two pens, and of course his maths and physics books. Ben always had those with him. He wasn’t about to miss out on his favourite subjects. His history textbook, on the other hand, had vanished without trace three weeks ago, but no one at school had noticed yet.

(to) vanish without trace: spurlos verschwinden

He went back into the kitchen, where his mother had now laid a good breakfast just as she did every morning. Her coffee was still gurgling through the filter machine. Ben drank his glass of milk in a single gulp, took an apple from the fruit bowl and disappeared into the front hall.

»Don’t you want any breakfast?« asked his mother in surprise.

(to) gurgle: gluckern

» . . .ised . . . eet . . . nk,« grunted Ben, holding the apple in his mouth as he put his jacket on, at the same time trying to get his right foot into a trainer that was still laced up.

»What?« asked his mother.

Removing the apple from his mouth, Ben repeated impatiently, »I promised to meet Frank. And it’s so late already.«

He finally managed to get his trainers on without unlacing them first. Picking up his school bag, he grabbed the sandwich his mother was handing him and was about to hurry out of the door.

No luck – she was asking that question again. »Right, so you’re swapping this computer game with Frank? What for?«

He really did have to leave now. »My tracksuit,« he said very quickly, hoping his mother wouldn’t hear him properly. But she did.

(to) grunt: grunzen, brummen, knurren

trainer: der Sportschuh

to be laced up: zugeschnürt sein

»The new tracksuit Grandma gave you?« she insisted. »Yes,« Ben admitted in a small voice.

»Do you think that’s a nice thing to do?« asked his mother, adding, »You wanted it so much. And Grandma went all over the place to find exactly the right tracksuit for you.«

(to) insist: beharren, bestehen auf

»I know,« mumbled Ben, staring at the floor with his head bent. »But . . . well, I’m not all that mad about sport anyway. And this computer game isn’t just any old game. It’s really new and exciting. No one’s ever made it to Level Four yet. When we’re trying it in the store they always chuck us out before we can get that far, and . . .«

(to) mumble: murmeln

(to) chuck sb out: jdn rausschmeißen

Ben’s mother interrupted her son’s sudden torrent of words. »It was the same with the other five hundred computer games, am I right?« Sometimes his mother just wouldn’t let go.

»Only a hundred and forty-eight,« Ben put her right. He knew exactly how many games he had. »But I copied most of them. You can’t copy this one!« Ben tried desperately to find good reasons why his grandmother’s present of the tracksuit had to go.

torrent of words: der Wortschwall

»Well, it’s your tracksuit,« said his mother. »You can do what you like with it. All I say is, be honest about it. If Grandma asks you where the tracksuit is you must tell her truthfully what you did. So think about that for a moment.«

»Yes, yes, I will,« promised Ben, hoping...