Hello! I am a 16 year old girl and I would like to share my story with you. My name is Elizabeth. I was born in the United States, Los Angeles. I come from a rich family, but when our people got married they decided to go to work outside their native country - Bulgaria, so as not to receive their money on someone else's back - family, etc. They originally worked in Hamilton, New York. My father went to auctions, and my mother worked in a large food company for important retail chains (if I'm not mistaken), but in a lower position. My father knew English very well, and my mother not so much. for this she learned it from an English-Bulgarian dictionary! : D They lived in a small apartment. Then they promoted my mother to work. The money she started taking went from insignificant to solid. And my father started repairing abandoned houses with a colleague with a minimum amount of resources to achieve maximum elegance and quality. That is, they spent much less money on repairing the house than they did when they sold it. Then they shared the money. Sometimes the profit reached half a million dollars. So our people got back on their feet and became wealthy. They moved to Los Angeles. They bought a large luxury two-storey house with a swimming pool and a large garden. And an open car, without a roof, served them when we went on vacation, and a company car, one with which to go to work. Then I was born. I must admit that my childhood there was very happy. We moved to Bulgaria when I was 13 years old. At first I missed everything there - friends, classmates, the house, even the school! From an early age, our people taught me to speak both languages perfectly - Bulgarian and English. I had no problem with languages! Ours too. It was strange that I only met my grandmother when I was 13 years old. : D Before that I had only heard about her, but until then I did not have the opportunity to go with ours to Bulgaria-school, home and others. They left me with a babysitter for a few days until they got home. They say that when I was born my grandmother saw me and once when I was 2 years old I went to Bulgaria with ours, but I don't remember anything at all! That's why it's practically as if I've never set foot in Bulgaria and haven't seen my grandmother and other relatives live until I was 13 years old. And so ... when our people had a solid amount of money, they returned to Bulgaria. They used to live in the Boyana neighborhood and grandma also lives there, so it makes sense to go there: D Baba lived in a large apartment. I met her. She is very good . She is my mother's mother. In the beginning we settled there with my grandmother. Then our people bought a big three-storey house again in the Boyana neighborhood. I was enrolled in a school in Sofia. There I made friends with many people, but mostly with 4 girls who were in the company of a girl from my class, with whom I met for a short time: D They were about my age. Then I went with a boy we've been dating for almost two years. I introduced him to ours and he introduced me to theirs a long time ago: D Everything is going great between us, as always, and he knows about this whole story and my best friends, with whom we are all as close as from the beginning. Except now ... well, I can't say that we go out with them less often, but we go out every day again, but for a while .. :) So .. my friend is a student in Varna, but he is from Sofia (I know it's a bit strange that he doesn't study with Sofia, but he decided so because of the specialty he wanted to study :)). He comes for Friday, Saturday and Sunday every week. But with ours we decided that no matter how big our house is, it is inconvenient for me to come there in the winter with my friend or in them ... that's why our people bought me a luxury penthouse. I was already gaining a lot of personal space and when my boyfriend was gone, my best friends and I would stay there to sleep ... there is a big hot tub with a table next to it and we would wear our swimsuits and drink brandy and eat pancakes with jam or candied fruit and whatever you can think of: D We had the coolest '' ladies night '' parties in the world ..ee .. and we still do them, but a little less often ..; e In fact, in all the houses I have lived in so far, there have been more or less baths, jacuzzis ..: e So .. probably from everything I've told you so far you think I'm a conceited and selfish pickle, but it's not like that: ) You will understand it in the following lines: *** Once, when the girls and I were returning from a walk with a cup of coffee, because we were in different directions, we had to split up to where we had work ... I decided to go home. On the way to the bus I met a girl who was sitting on the ground begging for money in a box. I was terribly sorry. In general, I don't stop when I see such begging people, no matter how naughty I feel, but this girl was about my age, with blond hair and a very sweet face. She was visibly beautiful, even though she was wearing the most horrible clothes (if they can be called that at all), it was shaggy and muddy. She was definitely not a gypsy. It was obvious from afar that he was a Bulgarian! Then I decided that she deserved at least a little attention, and instead of passing her or just tossing a coin in the box, I stopped by her and asked her what her name was and what had happened to her. She started telling me. She had the most sincere gray-blue eyes. I couldn't help but believe her. She told me that their father had abandoned her and her mother and did not even know him, and her mother had died recently and she had no other relatives and now she has been forced to beg for a long time. I was obviously very sad and offered her to come with me as soon as possible. We went to the penthouse and because it was getting cold outside, it was frozen. So the first thing I went in was to turn on the air conditioner to keep warm. When she entered, she looked around as if she hadn't seen it, and a smile appeared on her face. that she is happy at this moment. She began to thank me, and to tell me detailed of her life, and that it was better for her to beg than to steal as most people would. She said she had never stolen and would never do so. He kept thanking me. I told her that no one would come here and if she wanted she could take a bath. She agreed with pleasure. I left her clean towels, shampoo, bath foam, various other bath products, soap and shower gel and told her to choose a toothbrush and toothpaste. Slippers as well as a comb. When she entered the bathroom she was amazed and a huge smile poured on her face .. A big "Wow !!!" accompanied her smile, but I understood it, it was new and unseen for her .. I told her that there was hot water as much as you want and he can stay there as long as he wants, but suddenly I remembered that he barely knows how to use bath products for this and I prepared the bath. There were small holes in the bottom of the tub, which slowly release water when you unplug them, and when the water tap is turned on, the water is constantly exchanged and never runs out. Before that I prepared fresh juice on the table and told her that for now it is just that, and while she is taking a bath she will prepare some delicacy. She was a very modest child and she was very kind. Tell me her name is Adriana. When she came out of the bathroom in the room where I told her to go after that and I had prepared some of my expensive branded clothes and then she came disguised in the kitchen to me .. She looked stunning..I also prepared ribs with spicy fries, delicious salad and and I poured more juice .. She just couldn't believe it .. After she ate I made her up and fixed her hair. She was great ... She was very happy ...
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Well, your imagination works at 6. But just remembering that you are some big complex, who really wants to live the way I am sad in history. And let me tell you from these novels that he wrote about your expensive houses, that you lived somewhere and your parents' work made no sense. And for your father's work - don't look at so many discos!
Cool story, but you seem to be fantasizing a bit. Otherwise there is nothing wrong! Dreams are free!
... and then he woke up .. ahahhashh
Laughter in the hall: D this is a pure soap opera: D: D great imagination, great snobbery, great miracle: D but I laughed well: D
you sheltered the girl well, but in such luxury she can be lonely, take her and keep me company
Tell your people to stop the internet, that ... tragedy is simple; x: D A. S5
You messed up the chick tab, this is for "Fictional Stories"
Shouldn't this be in Fictional Stories?
too good to be true!
Then let me come and ask, and you will give me so many things: D: D: D Please, get out of the movie: x
Go out a little and make friends. As long as you're a zombie and fantasize about novels
I imagine how boring you are and how many complexes you have to write such things ...
how do you know he's lying I'm a girl of 12 and no, I'm not prone to nonsense, but just with a heart .... I think it's true you did very well thank people like you
You seem to have gone too far with the Disney princesses and now you are fantasizing .. Let me just ask after you shelter her in the penthouse did she wake up from your dreams
She's not lying! I am her neighbor and when I go up to the 4th floor of my house, I see her house. Well, I have to get up a little, because the age-old redwoods interfere with my view, but soon I plan to award them in the northeastern part of the garden, and in their place to put Mediterranean palm trees.
but before the bath you had to bathe it with the fire hose because then the dirty bath we found how they were my hihihi that with clogged holes malei. ehh and they are like cooking these ribs until next summer you will smell the luxury apartment curtains duvets and clothes of greasy pigs. in an apartment of people from the middle class in the west I have not heard and seen cooking except for Christmas something exceptional, let alone in yours from the upper class hihihih.
Fri you will become a great poet! But at least write that you are composing ... everything sounds unreal: d 1 that no Bulgarian would return to Bulgaria after a good life in America. There is no way to convince us that it is true
Honey, it's interesting and what kind of job will you find for her?
Why hasn't the story been moved to "Fictional Stories"? And who took so much time to read this novel that he believed her on top of everything?
I don't know how true it is ... but I really liked your story :) I think you only need to learn a little spelling (very little) and you are ready to be a writer! I'm waiting for a sequel!
You are amazing! I admire people like you! xDD
I'm actually 15 years old and I'm not a complex: e I have a personal life. I just woke up one night and sat on the computer and there was nothing to do about it, I wrote this story: D The truth is that the story is in "teenage" and not in "fictional", because I decided that the audience that decided to read what was written would be smart enough to guess that it was a phantasmagoria and would think me stupid enough to believe that you would think this to be true and my naivety would cause "LAUGHTER IN THE HALL" , and it happened lol and of course today's people find this funny so I decided to give you your then dose of laughter, because as I look there are some very evil creatures who can only be happy for a reason to rejoice and attack, so I took care of you! BAM. :)
and sorry i disappointed number 14 lol