Snæbjörn - Chapter 1
A story about regular teen in Iceland. Please read! :-)
Don't you wish to be someone else? Just for a moment. Get away for maybe five minutes. That is what I think to myself when I'm sitting on hard wooden chair in a cafe called Krúsin [English "the Jar"]. I stared out the window. People are mostly doing their Christmas shopping. The snow falls fast and safely to the ground. I do not remember so much snow since I little. I can feel how fast the snow melts on my shoe in the heat inside the cozy cafe. The cafe was very crowded on this Friday afternoon. It is the mid Christmas holiday, so I did not have to worry about homework, which is very good relief from everyday life in the winter. The exams are also completed, and therefore all stresses that had followed them. I got quite good grades, or I like it anyway. 8.1 in mathematics was certainly nothing to complain about, I'm also used to get much lower. I liked it too comprehensible results after having been over the books last week. Icelandic was somewhat relaxing, since I will be late considered as good at it. 7.6 was certain grade, I'm quite satisfied with it. I'm used to get much lower. I had honestly expected to get lot less. Thus the whole I am quite satisfied with the results. In the whole thing, I should be thrilled. But honestly I'm just nervous about next exams; have to stand all this pain and stress just to get in Collage.
People these days make this all collage thing seem so big step, if I mess this up my whole future will fell apart. But I'm not sure if I even will go to Collage, all I want to do is play soccer. I stirred a teaspoon cocoa inside. Good to know someone who works on such a useful place. Hrafnhildur aunt's fantastic, always offering me a free chocolate. She and mom are all so different; Hrafnhildur is youthful, blonde, and always happy. Mom, however, is the dark colors, unlike me, with dark brown hair, serious, and in recent months it has increasingly begun to grow old in appearance.
I've come here quite often in the Christmas License. I'd really hadn't much other stuff do to. Expect soccer practice, of course, because though you're in holiday at school there are always practices. Why am I sitting here all by myself? Well, Leifur is with his family skiing somewhere in the Alps and Jakobína is visiting her grandmother in Reykjavík. The good news is that they'll both come today, or at least, early tonight. His mother, Eygló didn't want for anything misses the Christmas here in Iceland so they're coming home today instead after more than a week. Leifur; my best friend is not called Leifur the lucky [Leifur hinn heppni in Icelandic, and if I remember correct he was who found America] for no reason. It's like he was born with silver spoon in his mouth! He get every single thing that he wants, well, except a girlfriend, he doesn't need to even pull up his pinky in his effortless life. However, the conditions for all this stuffs are simply to get more than 9 in grade in every subject. I know for sure that I could never, ever pass the requirements though I wanted.
It has certainly happened more often that I remember I get more than half his grade. I'm stopping even bother to think about that I seem extremely dumb next to Leifur, I'm not the only one. I might little bit more because I am dumb. I smile to myself. I and Leifur have been best friends since kindergarten. I look at him as my brother. It's like it happened just yesterday; yet I was only four or five at the time. Several boys were teasing Leifur, they took his coat and fill all the pockets of rocks. I was just moved in the neighborhood, I think it was even my first day at the new kindergarten. The boys there was teasing Leifur was much taller and bigger than him. Not added to the situation, they were three or four, I don't remember, and Leifur only one. I stood at distance and knew I would've probably able to handle them, I was quite tall. I hadn't made up my mind when one of the boys took Leifur's big, green and circled glasses and broke them . . . well just say that I handle the boys quite well.
I don't notice that I'm watching a girl in a red coat that walks across the street against the bookstore and toward. It is up to me that this is Hanna Rut, the girl that I have been in love since the day I saw her. I smile; I can't help to think that if she would greet me. I know the odds are one against a million. Not one against million, but not likely. I and Hanna are in the same friend group and I interacts her pretty much. But unfortunately I'm still on that time that my ears will go dark red or purple if I even see a girl. And I don't think anyone, especially Hanna, it attractive. I watch her until she disappears; I saw her next when she opens the door to Krúsin. Then she again goes out of sight. She shoots back up when it breaks through the crowd and I feel like she is going straight to me after have noticed me. I feel how the bloody ears warm.
"Are you taking a break from Christmas shopping?" She asked, laughing. I smile and say nothing. I don't want to lie but still I find it humiliating that I wasn't shopping, I had simply no money for gifts this year. Mom is now prepared to be unemployed for more than four months, and hardly for rent, and then obviously no gifts. And money weren't enough before my mother was replaced from the restaurant Green Giant, the place sells sort of vegetables, I think. Well, I loaned mum all my savings. There was not much but at least enough to go to the store several times and for other urgent necessities. I suppose it is bit difficult to have two children to the arm, me, a teenage boy and Erla, my little sister who was to be thirteen and apparently also reached the teen- years. Mom said she'll pay as soon as she get a job. I do basically the same although I cannot go to the movies. Life is certainly more than just that. So I know that Leifur is always willing to lend me.
"No, honestly say I have decided to become a monk." I answer seriously and very sincerely hope she does not notice my dangerously red ears. She laughs, thank god.
"So the snowman says that?" She asked, trying not to laugh. The snowman is a nickname that I got when I was in skiing trip with the class last year. My best contact with the snow sports had been snow jet so I had never tried the skis. Leifur who had engaged them before he started walking make my belief that this would be like drinking water, I was so much idiot and believed him. I started well but fell so when I went to go faster. I went hard down the slope and the kids in the class, who stood and watched, said that I looked like a snowball or the snowman as I lay in a pile all in the snow. I laughed and pretended not to have hurt at all. The laugh didn't last long because it turned out that I had broken my leg and the rest of the trip I couldn't do anything expect sitting on the snow watching the other ones have fun. I gladly nodded and drank the cocoa. She sits in the seat opposite me like nothing is more normal.
"Snæbjörn," she says very seriously "I want to ask you something. You do not have to answer I just need something necessarily unbiased opinion, you still don't need to answer if you do not want it, I definitely understand it completely." She continues even more serious than before. I'm very curious so I nod intense. She was not accustomed to calling me Snæbjörn [Before I go any further, Snæbjörn means simply Snow Bear/ Ice bear], or in the few times she addressed me by name, usually Snæi [Snowy] or the Snowman.
"Well, Tara is my best friend, but she is not exactly serious type, and I'm not sure if I know Nanna too much for dropping this on her." She added with a smile slightly. Tara certainly isn't serious, I have never in my short lifetime seen as fluffy person, but in a way more fun and decorative. It is weird, how Hanna, Tara and Nanna Gréta became best friends, they are all so unlike. Hanna Rut web dark locks of her finger and stares out the window. I don't quite understand the situation. My heart is on million and I'm waiting what she has to say totally dying of curiosity.
"Well," she begins tentatively, "You know that I and Viktor are dating." She said calmly as I can make nothing of it when I become frustrated when I hear mention of the name Viktor. I found him always decent guy before he dared to start dating Hanna. He was with me in football but I was not exactly a lot with him, but still had to be distinguished acquaintances, and have it up to a certain extent today. I nod and stir one more time in the warm cocoa.
"Yes, I think he's cheating me . . ." She says low and so it seems to be fighting tears. I own suffering by going not laughing. No one normal would take another girl instead of Hanna.
"Why do you think so?" I ask very compassionate, given the severity of discussion material. She sucks up the nose. I wonder if she's crying or just like with cold or something. I feel suddenly insecure. I know nothing of how I react to situations.
"He's just been so distant lately." She says with little voice. While I'm impressed upon me by Hanna, she may just plain be adapted so after all, she is crying because the smallest things like girls normally do. Yet it never makes Jakobína cry. I've probably killed more tears than she, at least in my presence.
"Hanna Rut," I say, confident itself "I'm sure he felt would never keep Uhh. . . cheat on you" I say and try to speak with sincerity "he's probably just busy, the Christmas is coming up and stuff." I add and smile. I curse myself to myself; I always need to be so darn nice! I might have agreed to it, or at least very subtle attempt to get it stop with him. I was apparently too much coward. She seemed to believe everything I said and suck in even once in the nose.
"I hope you are right." I see her smile a bit. I smile convincingly out of our ears and hope that by slow I do not attention to the dark red ears. I finish the little oven that was left in the cup. She stands up.
"I suppose I have to continue shopping! I haven't still found a Christmas present for Tara." She says and smiles awkwardly. I nod and say simple "bye."
"See ya!" she waives her knitted mittens and walk away. I also stand up, I see her outside, disappearing in to the snow that has just start fallen again. I don't bother to hang here anymore, I pick up my sport bag and walk through Krúsin and out in the snow.
Hope u liked it! ;-)
People these days make this all collage thing seem so big step, if I mess this up my whole future will fell apart. But I'm not sure if I even will go to Collage, all I want to do is play soccer. I stirred a teaspoon cocoa inside. Good to know someone who works on such a useful place. Hrafnhildur aunt's fantastic, always offering me a free chocolate. She and mom are all so different; Hrafnhildur is youthful, blonde, and always happy. Mom, however, is the dark colors, unlike me, with dark brown hair, serious, and in recent months it has increasingly begun to grow old in appearance.
I've come here quite often in the Christmas License. I'd really hadn't much other stuff do to. Expect soccer practice, of course, because though you're in holiday at school there are always practices. Why am I sitting here all by myself? Well, Leifur is with his family skiing somewhere in the Alps and Jakobína is visiting her grandmother in Reykjavík. The good news is that they'll both come today, or at least, early tonight. His mother, Eygló didn't want for anything misses the Christmas here in Iceland so they're coming home today instead after more than a week. Leifur; my best friend is not called Leifur the lucky [Leifur hinn heppni in Icelandic, and if I remember correct he was who found America] for no reason. It's like he was born with silver spoon in his mouth! He get every single thing that he wants, well, except a girlfriend, he doesn't need to even pull up his pinky in his effortless life. However, the conditions for all this stuffs are simply to get more than 9 in grade in every subject. I know for sure that I could never, ever pass the requirements though I wanted.
It has certainly happened more often that I remember I get more than half his grade. I'm stopping even bother to think about that I seem extremely dumb next to Leifur, I'm not the only one. I might little bit more because I am dumb. I smile to myself. I and Leifur have been best friends since kindergarten. I look at him as my brother. It's like it happened just yesterday; yet I was only four or five at the time. Several boys were teasing Leifur, they took his coat and fill all the pockets of rocks. I was just moved in the neighborhood, I think it was even my first day at the new kindergarten. The boys there was teasing Leifur was much taller and bigger than him. Not added to the situation, they were three or four, I don't remember, and Leifur only one. I stood at distance and knew I would've probably able to handle them, I was quite tall. I hadn't made up my mind when one of the boys took Leifur's big, green and circled glasses and broke them . . . well just say that I handle the boys quite well.
I don't notice that I'm watching a girl in a red coat that walks across the street against the bookstore and toward. It is up to me that this is Hanna Rut, the girl that I have been in love since the day I saw her. I smile; I can't help to think that if she would greet me. I know the odds are one against a million. Not one against million, but not likely. I and Hanna are in the same friend group and I interacts her pretty much. But unfortunately I'm still on that time that my ears will go dark red or purple if I even see a girl. And I don't think anyone, especially Hanna, it attractive. I watch her until she disappears; I saw her next when she opens the door to Krúsin. Then she again goes out of sight. She shoots back up when it breaks through the crowd and I feel like she is going straight to me after have noticed me. I feel how the bloody ears warm.
"Are you taking a break from Christmas shopping?" She asked, laughing. I smile and say nothing. I don't want to lie but still I find it humiliating that I wasn't shopping, I had simply no money for gifts this year. Mom is now prepared to be unemployed for more than four months, and hardly for rent, and then obviously no gifts. And money weren't enough before my mother was replaced from the restaurant Green Giant, the place sells sort of vegetables, I think. Well, I loaned mum all my savings. There was not much but at least enough to go to the store several times and for other urgent necessities. I suppose it is bit difficult to have two children to the arm, me, a teenage boy and Erla, my little sister who was to be thirteen and apparently also reached the teen- years. Mom said she'll pay as soon as she get a job. I do basically the same although I cannot go to the movies. Life is certainly more than just that. So I know that Leifur is always willing to lend me.
"No, honestly say I have decided to become a monk." I answer seriously and very sincerely hope she does not notice my dangerously red ears. She laughs, thank god.
"So the snowman says that?" She asked, trying not to laugh. The snowman is a nickname that I got when I was in skiing trip with the class last year. My best contact with the snow sports had been snow jet so I had never tried the skis. Leifur who had engaged them before he started walking make my belief that this would be like drinking water, I was so much idiot and believed him. I started well but fell so when I went to go faster. I went hard down the slope and the kids in the class, who stood and watched, said that I looked like a snowball or the snowman as I lay in a pile all in the snow. I laughed and pretended not to have hurt at all. The laugh didn't last long because it turned out that I had broken my leg and the rest of the trip I couldn't do anything expect sitting on the snow watching the other ones have fun. I gladly nodded and drank the cocoa. She sits in the seat opposite me like nothing is more normal.
"Snæbjörn," she says very seriously "I want to ask you something. You do not have to answer I just need something necessarily unbiased opinion, you still don't need to answer if you do not want it, I definitely understand it completely." She continues even more serious than before. I'm very curious so I nod intense. She was not accustomed to calling me Snæbjörn [Before I go any further, Snæbjörn means simply Snow Bear/ Ice bear], or in the few times she addressed me by name, usually Snæi [Snowy] or the Snowman.
"Well, Tara is my best friend, but she is not exactly serious type, and I'm not sure if I know Nanna too much for dropping this on her." She added with a smile slightly. Tara certainly isn't serious, I have never in my short lifetime seen as fluffy person, but in a way more fun and decorative. It is weird, how Hanna, Tara and Nanna Gréta became best friends, they are all so unlike. Hanna Rut web dark locks of her finger and stares out the window. I don't quite understand the situation. My heart is on million and I'm waiting what she has to say totally dying of curiosity.
"Well," she begins tentatively, "You know that I and Viktor are dating." She said calmly as I can make nothing of it when I become frustrated when I hear mention of the name Viktor. I found him always decent guy before he dared to start dating Hanna. He was with me in football but I was not exactly a lot with him, but still had to be distinguished acquaintances, and have it up to a certain extent today. I nod and stir one more time in the warm cocoa.
"Yes, I think he's cheating me . . ." She says low and so it seems to be fighting tears. I own suffering by going not laughing. No one normal would take another girl instead of Hanna.
"Why do you think so?" I ask very compassionate, given the severity of discussion material. She sucks up the nose. I wonder if she's crying or just like with cold or something. I feel suddenly insecure. I know nothing of how I react to situations.
"He's just been so distant lately." She says with little voice. While I'm impressed upon me by Hanna, she may just plain be adapted so after all, she is crying because the smallest things like girls normally do. Yet it never makes Jakobína cry. I've probably killed more tears than she, at least in my presence.
"Hanna Rut," I say, confident itself "I'm sure he felt would never keep Uhh. . . cheat on you" I say and try to speak with sincerity "he's probably just busy, the Christmas is coming up and stuff." I add and smile. I curse myself to myself; I always need to be so darn nice! I might have agreed to it, or at least very subtle attempt to get it stop with him. I was apparently too much coward. She seemed to believe everything I said and suck in even once in the nose.
"I hope you are right." I see her smile a bit. I smile convincingly out of our ears and hope that by slow I do not attention to the dark red ears. I finish the little oven that was left in the cup. She stands up.
"I suppose I have to continue shopping! I haven't still found a Christmas present for Tara." She says and smiles awkwardly. I nod and say simple "bye."
"See ya!" she waives her knitted mittens and walk away. I also stand up, I see her outside, disappearing in to the snow that has just start fallen again. I don't bother to hang here anymore, I pick up my sport bag and walk through Krúsin and out in the snow.
Hope u liked it! ;-)
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