Lissy - Changing dimensions Chapter 1 part 1
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Then, as I promised thanku4urlove, here is the translation of the novel I'm currently working at. I have to warn you: this is going to be VERY long, in case I actually finish it. I'm trying to post regularly, but as you know I'm not good at that. I really hope you like it.
Title: Lissy- Changing dimensions
Rating: PG-14
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, a bit Action, AU
Warnings: none, I think.
Disclaimer: Most of the persons and places mentioned in here are real. They do have other names, but I'm still telling some things that actally happened. Fantasy-characters belong to me, as well as the world. You might also find some characters taken out from novels by famous authors. Those do not belong to me.
Summary: For a very long time, Lissy thought she was just a normal girl, with too much fantasy in her head and a too strong love for books. But soon she has to experience that the world of fantasy does not only exist in her head, but also in reality and that it is endangered. With that beginns a journey through the dimensions, full of secrets and surprises.
“Oh my God! Did you practice?” The surprised words of my friend Maja pulled me out of my concentration, the steps I was supposed to do faded away in my head and the next thing I knew was that my foot wasn’t on the floor where it belonged to, but rather on top of my dancing partners foot. The guy grimaced and shot Maja a glare. I could literally see the self-control he had to bring up in order not to rub his foot. Slightly frustrated I let go of him and sighed. He was really unlucky to have to dance with someone like me.
By the way, my name is Lissy. Larissa Steindl. I’m 16 years old and attend a private High school in Germany. I live in a more rural area and do not have many friends, but the ones I have are really close. Well, okay, the thing with not having many friends might be because of my shyness, and the fact that I rather flee into the world of my books than going out or something. Books and stories mean anything to me, but that also means that my social life is somewhere near zero. That is also one of the reasons why I attend a dance class right now, together with my best friends Maja Lanzinger and Samira Weihner.
Samira was, just like me, more or less forced to attend this class. Elena (Samira’s mother and my godmother) had talked us into it, especially since Samira’s brother, Samuel, also attended this class. But in retrospect I really regretted joining in, because me and dancing were natural enemies. I just never knew where to put my feet. And the poor guy who has to dance with me had to endure it all. Well, under other circumstances I couldn’t have cared less, but not if I just embarrassed myself in front of this whole class, and even worse, in front of Samuel.
Contritely I looked at the poor boy and mumbled an apology. My answer was a hateful glare. But before we could go back to our starting position, the Trainer clapped his hands and let us have a little break. With a loud sigh I sat down leaning my back onto the mirrored wall of the room and buried my had in my knees. Maja and Samira joined me soon. Luckily Maja didn’t ask her question again. When I raised my head in order to take my water bottle, I saw Samuel standing next to our Trainer, but before I could even begin to think of anything, Samira’s voice pulled be back to reality: “Come on, Lissy. You’ll get it someday. It didn’t look to bad today!”
All I could muster was a pained smile. I just wanted to answer her that she didn’t have to worry about not being able to do anything since she was good at everything she did when I got interrupted the second time today, this time by Samuel: ”Samira’s right. We’ll help you get it all.”
“We?” I repeated slightly.
“Yeah. We changed partners. With that whining wimp you can’t learn anything. You’re a girl that need a strong hand guiding her. And that’s something the wimp can’t do. I’m sure you’ll soon get better now”, he smiled.
I must have looked at him strangely, because next to me Maja broke into an idiotic grin while Samuel just grimaced. Right at that moment I didn’t really know what I should think or feel. I was so scared to fail terribly, but at the same time I was happy to be able to dance with Samuel. Though I highly doubted that I’d be able to concentrate on the dance when it was him holding me in his arms. What again raised my chance of embarrassing myself completely.
The Trainer once again clapped his hands, interrupting my thoughts for the third time today. Samuel offered me his hand, I put mine on top of his and let him pull me to my feet. Samuel was tall (about 30 cm taller than me, although you can’t call someone with 160 cm tall) and lean, but that didn’t hinder his strength. He was so much stronger than he looked like. Next to me Samira grumbled a “Thank you so much, big brother” and got to her feet. Samira was the total opposite of her brother: not much taller than me, but a bit cubby. Samuel was all rough and edgy, Samira was round and squishy. The only similarities the both of them possessed were their blond hair and blue eyes, which were hidden behind glasses. Even their behavior was completely different.
But, Samuel was right: he guided so much more and more definitely than the guy before him, and at the instant I felt safe. I could just let him guide me and concentrate onto my steps, just following him. Everything just worked out easier. It was the first time for me to be able to see the dance as a whole, not just step by step. Well, of course I still made mistakes, but not as many as before. And Samuel was totally cool with it: he joked, cracked stupid patters and laughed with me.
And at the end of the course I was even confident enough to consider attending the party of the end of the class. Although my good resolutions tried to fade on the last evening of the class. And Samuel noticed.
“Lissy. Try to relax, okay? You know you can do it. We can do it. Trust me, okay?”, he said and looked into my eyes. His eyes were blue. Not only boring-blue, but they had the shining color of the ocean with turquoise speckles and a dark blue ring around his iris. There was also a soft silver shimmer behind his eyes which made the glow constantly.
I nodded weakly while Samira behind me snorted and with that, the magic was gone. I had to muster all my self-control not to roll my eyes and glare at her. I was definitely going to get revenge tonight. Especially since I had no clue why she hated it so much when I told her that I liked her brother. Samuel began to laugh slightly and got my attention back.
As soon as Samira and me were lying in her bedroom in our beds, I had to come back to that topic: “Why do you actually hate it that much that I like Samuel?”
One could literally see the switch that changed Samira’s mood: The one moment she laughed happily, the next her expression went all closed up and the smile that was permanently in her face was just gone. “You do not know him. The real him. He isn’t good for you. He’ll hurt you. And you will forget me over him. I don’t want to have my stupid brother around as soon as I want to see my best friend. I also do not want to see the two of you go all lovey-dovey. If you really like him, you’ll have to decide: either me or him.” After that shocking answer she faced the wall and fell asleep.
Then, as I promised thanku4urlove, here is the translation of the novel I'm currently working at. I have to warn you: this is going to be VERY long, in case I actually finish it. I'm trying to post regularly, but as you know I'm not good at that. I really hope you like it.
Title: Lissy- Changing dimensions
Rating: PG-14
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, a bit Action, AU
Warnings: none, I think.
Disclaimer: Most of the persons and places mentioned in here are real. They do have other names, but I'm still telling some things that actally happened. Fantasy-characters belong to me, as well as the world. You might also find some characters taken out from novels by famous authors. Those do not belong to me.
Summary: For a very long time, Lissy thought she was just a normal girl, with too much fantasy in her head and a too strong love for books. But soon she has to experience that the world of fantasy does not only exist in her head, but also in reality and that it is endangered. With that beginns a journey through the dimensions, full of secrets and surprises.
“Oh my God! Did you practice?” The surprised words of my friend Maja pulled me out of my concentration, the steps I was supposed to do faded away in my head and the next thing I knew was that my foot wasn’t on the floor where it belonged to, but rather on top of my dancing partners foot. The guy grimaced and shot Maja a glare. I could literally see the self-control he had to bring up in order not to rub his foot. Slightly frustrated I let go of him and sighed. He was really unlucky to have to dance with someone like me.
By the way, my name is Lissy. Larissa Steindl. I’m 16 years old and attend a private High school in Germany. I live in a more rural area and do not have many friends, but the ones I have are really close. Well, okay, the thing with not having many friends might be because of my shyness, and the fact that I rather flee into the world of my books than going out or something. Books and stories mean anything to me, but that also means that my social life is somewhere near zero. That is also one of the reasons why I attend a dance class right now, together with my best friends Maja Lanzinger and Samira Weihner.
Samira was, just like me, more or less forced to attend this class. Elena (Samira’s mother and my godmother) had talked us into it, especially since Samira’s brother, Samuel, also attended this class. But in retrospect I really regretted joining in, because me and dancing were natural enemies. I just never knew where to put my feet. And the poor guy who has to dance with me had to endure it all. Well, under other circumstances I couldn’t have cared less, but not if I just embarrassed myself in front of this whole class, and even worse, in front of Samuel.
Contritely I looked at the poor boy and mumbled an apology. My answer was a hateful glare. But before we could go back to our starting position, the Trainer clapped his hands and let us have a little break. With a loud sigh I sat down leaning my back onto the mirrored wall of the room and buried my had in my knees. Maja and Samira joined me soon. Luckily Maja didn’t ask her question again. When I raised my head in order to take my water bottle, I saw Samuel standing next to our Trainer, but before I could even begin to think of anything, Samira’s voice pulled be back to reality: “Come on, Lissy. You’ll get it someday. It didn’t look to bad today!”
All I could muster was a pained smile. I just wanted to answer her that she didn’t have to worry about not being able to do anything since she was good at everything she did when I got interrupted the second time today, this time by Samuel: ”Samira’s right. We’ll help you get it all.”
“We?” I repeated slightly.
“Yeah. We changed partners. With that whining wimp you can’t learn anything. You’re a girl that need a strong hand guiding her. And that’s something the wimp can’t do. I’m sure you’ll soon get better now”, he smiled.
I must have looked at him strangely, because next to me Maja broke into an idiotic grin while Samuel just grimaced. Right at that moment I didn’t really know what I should think or feel. I was so scared to fail terribly, but at the same time I was happy to be able to dance with Samuel. Though I highly doubted that I’d be able to concentrate on the dance when it was him holding me in his arms. What again raised my chance of embarrassing myself completely.
The Trainer once again clapped his hands, interrupting my thoughts for the third time today. Samuel offered me his hand, I put mine on top of his and let him pull me to my feet. Samuel was tall (about 30 cm taller than me, although you can’t call someone with 160 cm tall) and lean, but that didn’t hinder his strength. He was so much stronger than he looked like. Next to me Samira grumbled a “Thank you so much, big brother” and got to her feet. Samira was the total opposite of her brother: not much taller than me, but a bit cubby. Samuel was all rough and edgy, Samira was round and squishy. The only similarities the both of them possessed were their blond hair and blue eyes, which were hidden behind glasses. Even their behavior was completely different.
But, Samuel was right: he guided so much more and more definitely than the guy before him, and at the instant I felt safe. I could just let him guide me and concentrate onto my steps, just following him. Everything just worked out easier. It was the first time for me to be able to see the dance as a whole, not just step by step. Well, of course I still made mistakes, but not as many as before. And Samuel was totally cool with it: he joked, cracked stupid patters and laughed with me.
And at the end of the course I was even confident enough to consider attending the party of the end of the class. Although my good resolutions tried to fade on the last evening of the class. And Samuel noticed.
“Lissy. Try to relax, okay? You know you can do it. We can do it. Trust me, okay?”, he said and looked into my eyes. His eyes were blue. Not only boring-blue, but they had the shining color of the ocean with turquoise speckles and a dark blue ring around his iris. There was also a soft silver shimmer behind his eyes which made the glow constantly.
I nodded weakly while Samira behind me snorted and with that, the magic was gone. I had to muster all my self-control not to roll my eyes and glare at her. I was definitely going to get revenge tonight. Especially since I had no clue why she hated it so much when I told her that I liked her brother. Samuel began to laugh slightly and got my attention back.
As soon as Samira and me were lying in her bedroom in our beds, I had to come back to that topic: “Why do you actually hate it that much that I like Samuel?”
One could literally see the switch that changed Samira’s mood: The one moment she laughed happily, the next her expression went all closed up and the smile that was permanently in her face was just gone. “You do not know him. The real him. He isn’t good for you. He’ll hurt you. And you will forget me over him. I don’t want to have my stupid brother around as soon as I want to see my best friend. I also do not want to see the two of you go all lovey-dovey. If you really like him, you’ll have to decide: either me or him.” After that shocking answer she faced the wall and fell asleep.