Thompson Girls' School – Season of Love

aus der Reihe Freche Mädchen – freche Bücher!
10001. Auflage 2010
ISBN: 978-3-522-65044-1
Verlag: Planet! in der Thienemann-Esslinger Verlag GmbH
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Deutsch, Englisch, 112 Seiten

Reihe: Freche Mädchen - Easy English

Mission Impossible: Emily still has to keep her relationship with Sam a secret. That's not easy when you're sharing a room with gossip queen Amanda Dobson. It's even more difficult when you're as 'head over heels' in love as Emily is. But Emily's ex-boyfriend Ed must not find out that Sam and Emily are together - otherwise the mood in Sam and Ed's band will turn icy. Can things get any crazier? Yes, of course they can. When Emily's Auntie Nora kisses Santa at the Christmas party, the fun really starts ... Englisch mit Spaßfaktor in der Reihe 'Freche Mädchen - Easy English!' Band 3 der Unterreihe 'Girls' School', mit Worterklärungen zum leichteren Verständnis! Ab 12 Jahren

Joanna Thompson, Jahrgang 1970, wurde in Schottland geboren. Schon in der Schule fing sie an, Geschichten zu schreiben. Später studierte sie Rechtswissenschaften und Linguistik und arbeitete etliche Jahre als Englischlehrerin in verschiedenen Ländern, z.B. Japan, Russland und Polen. Heute lebt sie in Berlin und ist Mutter zweier Kinder.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Thompson, Joanna

Weitere Mitwirkende

Schössow, Birgit

Leseproben

(S. 14-16)

I’m not happy. And I’m about to get even less happy. I’m half-way along the corridor, walking back to the dorm, when I see it: one of the bedside tables from our room, sitting outside the door. The little table has a large orange label on it: Please take to cellar. That’s a bit odd, I think. Then I open the door.

Ta Dah! I can only guess that the crazy guy from Pimp My Ride has teamed up with that big blonde woman from Einsatz in vier Wänden and broken into dorm 3B while I’ve been away. What on earth? I rub my eyes, hard. Harder. Amanda will sleep in Olga’s old bed now and I suppose it must be the same one. It’s hard to tell, though – the bed’s now covered in a silky-looking, pale pink blanket, instead of the plain grey ones we all have. And it must be what was Olga’s bedside table sitting outside the door. In its place there’s a large dark wood antique dresser. It takes up half the room.It gets worse.

On the wall above Amanda’s new bed hangs a gold-framed photo of a baby dressed up as a fairy. It’s disgusting. I’d rather have a life-sized picture of Angela Merkel in a bikini smiling down at me.   The icing on the cake is a horrible sheepskin rug that now almost completely covers our lovely wooden floorboards. I’m going to trip over that at least 20 times a day, I can just feel it. I’m shocked. Everyone – and I mean everyone – at Chalk Farm School has exactly the same everything.

We all wear the same terrible clothes, our burgundy and yellow uniforms. We eat the same dreadful food, chewy beef olives and potatoes that break your teeth. We sleep under the same itchy bed covers, sit on the same uncomfortable chairs. We’re miserable clones, really. We are each other. Miss Bardwell, our housemistress and Latin teacher, once told me that this was because we’re all part of the same team: no one here is different, no one is special. But it seems I must have misheard her. It seems what Miss Bardwell actually said was – no one here is different or special except Amanda Dobson, her pet. Miss Bardwell loves Amanda.

They’re blackhearted soulmates. I’m standing frozen in the doorway, just staring at what used to be dorm 3B, when I hear a cough. I notice for the first time that Melissa and Becks, my two human roommates, are actually in the dorm, too, playing cards on Melissa’s bed. Melissa’s eyes follow mine and land, nervously, on Amanda’s corner of the room. Becks and Melissa know that I didn’t want Cyclops here in our dorm. Melissa giggles. She’s horse crazy, but actually surprisingly nice in spite of that.

“Right, well, yes. Amanda’s made a couple of little changes. She’s allergic to the school blankets, apparently. She has to have Egyptian cotton sheets with a 400 thread count or her bad eye gets really sore.” Her bad eye. Amanda was hit by a hockey ball years ago and one eye is slightly bigger than the other – hence the nickname Cyclops. I’m no doctor but I can’t imagine that eyes are sensitive to thread count. Why can’t that diva be allergic to oxygen or something?

Über Autor(innen)

Schössow, Birgit
Birgit Schössow wurde 1963 in Hamburg geboren. Sie gestaltet die Cover der Frechen-Mädchen-Bücher. Außerdem macht sie Bilderbücher, Presseillustrationen und Trickfilme. Begonnen hat Birgit Schössow damit schon als Kind. Eigentlich malt und zeichnet die ganze Familie. Und weil es zu Hause einfach alles gab, mit dem man zeichnen, malen und basteln konnte, hat sie als kleines Mädchen vieles ausprobiert. Ein Vorbild war Peter, ihr Bruder. Und weil sie, wie er auch, Illustratorin werden wollte, besuchte sie nach dem Abitur die Fachhochschule für Gestaltung in Hamburg. Heute lebt sie in einem Häuschen in der Nähe der Ostsee.

Thompson, Joanna
Joanna Thompson, Jahrgang 1970, wurde in Schottland geboren. Schon in der Schule fing sie an, Geschichten zu schreiben. Später studierte sie Rechtswissenschaften und Linguistik und arbeitete etliche Jahre als Englischlehrerin in verschiedenen Ländern, z.B. Japan, Russland und Polen. Heute lebt sie in Berlin und ist Mutter zweier Kinder.