September 2018 1 20 Report

BARDZO PROSZĘ O PILNE DOKŁADNE TŁUMACZENIE TEGO TEKSTU

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Diary of a teenager

Mel Dawson, 16

My first holiday without parents - just me and my best friend Kate. So why did I hate every minute of it?

I was 200 miles from home when Mum called. She apologised for phoning. But I wanted to talk to my mum. I was so pleased to hear her voice. I missed her and Dad, my brother Mike, and even Zoey, my it was a great place, trendy and cool. The beach life was fantastic and the parties lasted all night. But somehow it didn't mean anything to me - I was bored and depressed.

This was our holiday - just Kate and me. This was our week without parents. We wanted Brighton to be about friendship, about boys, about freedom, about being young and crazy. We were really excited. But it all went wrong from the start.

We both made new friends on the first day, but different friends. Kate's new friends didn't like my accent and I wasn't good enough for them. It didn't bother me. But it bothered Kate. She wanted me to spak better. I wanted her friends to leave me alone.

We didn't spend any time together. I was with my new friends and she was with hers. My friends laughed at my jokes and I wanted to have a good time. But in fact I felt really sad and lonely.

I was 200 miles from home, and I nearly cried when I heard my mother's voice. I tried to sound cheerful - I didn't want her to know I was miserable. Then I felt someone's eyes on me and turned roun.

It was Kate with her mobile to her ear. She didn't look very happy either. Did she feel the same as me? Was she also on the phone home?


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