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Bitten by a deadly snake -Engelsk tentamen

Bitten by a deadly snake

Kelsey and I sat on a big rock under a huge tree. The air was so hot that it felt thick, but the shadow of the trees helped a lot. I missed the cold winter air in London, the smells, the food and a huge soft bed. At home, when you sat down at a rock your butt would get cold, but here it was the opposite. Except from this rock, it was less warm than the air since it lay in the shadow. The sound of birds and all kind of creatures filled the air. This jungle really had its own rhythm. That was one of the things I would miss when we got home again. It was only one week left; we had been here in Africa for three weeks already. We had been studying different types of snakes, it was a dangerous job. ?Ah, I think I`ve gotten home sick, for the first time in my whole life.? I said with a grin. This was the seventh time I had been in Africa and Kelsey`s fifth. I pulled some of my dark hair out of my eyes, I had cut my hair before we went to Africa, but it had already grown too long. ?Home sick! I can`t believe it, Carson Ashford is home sick! ?Kelsey said and laughed in a low voice, it was important not to make too much noise in the jungle. I looked at her with a wide smile, her skin was really tan from the sun and her dark eyes shone towards me. We had been engaged for three months now and we had been working together for years.
?Maybe we should keep moving back to the village?? She suggested and stood up. ?It`s only five hours until the sun sets.? She was looking up at the sun to figure out the time. I stood up too, ?Yes? I said and we began walking.We had only walked a few steps when Kelsey screamed in agony and I heard her fell to the ground. I turned around in panic; my heart was beating faster than a cheetah could run. Kelsey held her hands to her knee and she had a grin of pain on her pretty face. Behind her I saw a yellow snake wriggle away and disappear into a hole in the ground. I had never seen a snake like that before, but I knew that snakes with such a colour were very dangerous and we only had one or two hours to get the antidote. ?What was that??Kelsey whispered through her teeth, her leg was already swollen and it was shaking. I pulled her up into my arms being careful not to touch her leg. I knew there was a small village nearby and I didn`t have the time to run to the village we were staying in, it would take me three hours to run there.
I had run for half an hour, not really sure if I ran in the right direction. My limbs were tired, but I kept going on. It`s amazing how much stronger you get when it comes to help the one you love. Even though I was running I stepped carefully, didn`t want to risk getting bitten myself. That would defiantly make it harder running like this.
I heard a crack behind me and footsteps, I turned and saw two young men standing there. They were tall with dark skin and they were dressed with something that looked like skirts made of skin from some animal. In their hands they had bamboo sticks with sharp knives looking things on the top. It didn`t look like they wanted to hurt us. Maybe they were from the village nearby? "Do you speak English??"I asked slowly in a friendly voice not to scare them. They looked at each other, it didn`t seem like they understood. The one to the left opened his mouth and made some weird noises. If I hadn`t seen that he had opened his mouth I would never had thought that he was speaking. I was slightly panicking and tried again in French. "Do you speak French?2 I asked in French. One of them nodded and waved at me, they began running and I followed. Kelsey`s whole body was now shaking and it looked like she had passed out. My heart bet even faster, how fast could it beat? Faster than this and I would probably die.They pushed some tree alike bushes away and I followed. The sight that met me didn`t make me relax, what had I expected? It was a small village, it contained of small cabins made of something that looked like poop. It was a fire in the middle with some women sitting around it, they were cocking something and only one of them noticed us. She stood up as she saw Kelsey unconscious in my arms and she yelled something with an angry voice to the men. Then she grabbed my arm and dragged me after her, our steps made a lot of noise in the silent village. "She`s bitten by a snake" I said to her my voice were trembling. The women didn`t respond. We stopped outside the biggest cabin and she knocked at the door, a few flakes of dirt, or poop, fell to the ground. I held Kelsey tightly against my chest, like I was making sure that her life wouldn`t drift away from me. An old man came out from the cabin. He was small with gray hair and beard, he wore the same skirt alike think but he also wore necklaces and bracelets. His presence made me feel less worth, he must be a very important man in this village, maybe the healer? ?We heard her scream all way to village. We good ears have.? The man said in a bad French, but I sighted in relieve. He looked at her leg and got a serious expression on his face. ?What snake?? He asked strictly. ?I am not sure. A yellow snake, it got away and I didn`t have the time to catch it.? The man ran back into his cabin. For a moment I almost thought he was going to hide, but he came back with a several things in his hands. He sat down at the ground and tore a gray plant into pieces and put it in a small bowl. Then he looked up at me again. ?Have you clean water?? He asked fast. I lay Kelsey carefully down at the ground, not wanting to hurt her. I had a bottle of water tied to the side of my belt, I handed it to the man that grabbed it quickly. He opened the bottled with fast movements and filled the bowl, then he suddenly had something that looked like yellow dust in his hands. He nearly threw it into the bowl then he mixed it all together with a stick. While he did all this he was murmuring something. "Make her drink all" He commanded me. I knew by the way he spoke that he had to be the leader of this village, he was obviously used to command people. I took the bowl, it was cold! Then I knelt down beside Kelsey and lifted her up so her back was leaning against my knee. I held her head up with my hand. I noticed that her eyes were barely open, she was conscious! That was a good sign. ?Kelsey, dear drink this!? I said in a desperate voice and lifted the bowl up to her lips. She drank it all. Her body stopped shaking. ?Carson.. where?? She asked in a low and exhausted voice. ?Somewhere safe, I think, this must be the KouKu Laki *klikk klikk* village.? I whispered to her. She laughed a short and low laugh and closed her eyes.

A week later..
Kelsey and I sat on the airplane on our way home. Her leg had been perfectly healed by the old man and the village people had helped us get back to our own village. They had bandaged her leg. She had stayed on a hospital in a city nearby a few days to recover.I looked at her and smiled, she smiled back at me. Knowing that she was fine and out of danger was the best feeling in the world. I would never forget what the KouKu Laki people did for her, for me, how helpful they were. If only all people were that kind...

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"Englejenta" norsk tentamen. Noen som vil lese?

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"Englejenta"

Jeg satt i hjrnet. Det ensomme, kalde og bortgjemte hjrnet. Hjrnet ingen ville snakke om. Hjrnet som alle ville glemme. Det hjrnet og meg. Lyden av fottrinn var rundt meg som en evig rytme. Jeg s p menneskene som gikk forbi, jeg s p dagene som gikk forbi og jeg s livet mitt som gikk forbi. Sola skinte ikke i hjrnet, for hjrnet skulle en ikke skinne p. Bare spkelsene av skyggene samlet seg i hjrnet, intet bedre fortjente det.

Jeg satt p huska. Kjettingene som svingte fram og tilbake knirket beroligende. Det var latter og glede i lufta. Sola skinte i hjrnet. S klart og tydelig. Hjrnet fortjente enda sola, sola ville skinne i hjrnet. Jeg var som en blomst som sugde til meg alt sollys jeg kunne f, alt sola ville gi, fordi rundt meg danset skyggene. Skyggene dekte for sola og lot hjrnet bli stadig mrkere. Jeg l p bakken. "Har du noe godt til matpakke i dag`a Potta Lotta!? "Flere og flere kommentarer ble slengt, hjrnet ble enda mrkere, men sola ville skinne der.
Jeg var inne i det lille lyse klasse rommet, skyggene lurte bak meg men ingenting ble sagt. Luften var kald og spent. Jeg flte meg som byttedyret som var omringen av ulvene. Deres gule yne hvilte p meg, observerte alle mine bevegelser. S stille, s rolig og s snill. Det var meg, englejenta som de voksne sa. Jeg gjorde aldri noe galt, bortsett fra la hjrnet bli mrkere. En dirrende lyd fylte rnene mine. Alle reiste seg, skyggene reiste seg. Jeg ville bli igjen i klasserommet, for i klasserommet skinte sola i alle hjrner. Det var det ingen Potta Lotta der. Jeg mtte ut, de ventet p meg. Som ulvene som ventet p at byttet skulle bevege seg.
Igjen l jeg p bakken. Jeg flte smerte i hele kroppen. Det var nesten helt mrkt i hjrnet, men enda ville ikke sola gi slipp. Ikke gi slipp p englejenta. Igjen og igjen for smerte gjennom kroppen som elektriske stt. Potte lotta, Potte Lotta, Potte Lotta. Dust, idiot, stygging, nerd.. Vet du, nr en hrer noe nok ganger tror man p det til slutt? Det blir til sannheten i dine rer. Det blir som en forbannelse som flger deg en hver tid.

Det dryppet p gulvet i hjrnet, kinnet mitt var vtt. Huden min var blek, blek av alt mrket. Sinnet mitt var mrkt, mrkt som alt rundt meg. la tankene vandre tilbake var smertefullt. Det kunne aldri gjres godt igjen, aldri. Aldri. Jeg nsket meg tilbake. nsket meg tilbake til krysset, det var den ene eller den andre veien. Hvorfor tok jeg ikke den ene? Hvorfor?!

Jeg satt hjemme p kjkkenet. God matlukt fylte nesen min og en falsk sol skinte s klart i hjrnet. Minnene om skyggene var gjemt bort, som i et parallelt univers. Alle merket noe, ingen gjorde noe. Skyggene var min hemmelighet. Skyggene var det jeg gjemte inni meg som snart skulle fortre meg. "Gr det bra med deg? Er alt bra p skolen?" Enda et veikryss, men jeg valgte feil igjen. "Ja da, alt er bare bra." En blank lgn, allerede begynte englejenta og forsvinne, etse opp fra innsiden.
Smerte fylte igjen kroppen min. Ikke fysisk denne gangen. En hytlesning i den mrke korridoren av min personlige bok. Den jeg skrev i hver kveld. Hvorfor lot jeg den ikke bli igjen hjemme? Der skyggene ikke kunne f tak i den. Sm bekker av vann silte fra ynene mine. Latter runget i veggene, samlet seg i hjrnene og ble vrende som et ekko.Hva var det jeg hadde gjort for og fortjene noe slikt?! Engelen etset stadig opp, men skallet var der fortsatt.
Jeg satt alene i den samme korridoren. Stillheten fylte rene mine. Min pust var den eneste jeg kunne hre. Jeg hadde et skall av en engel rundt meg. Enda skinte sola i hjrnet. Tiden gikk sakte, endelig litt fred, men jeg ville bort. Bort fra hjrnet, bort fra skyggene, bort fra alt. Plutselig ble den spake solstrlen dekket til av en skygge. Den skyggen, den skyggen som snart ikke ville vre der mer for og skygge over hjrnet. Den skyggen som ville bli borte, men framdeles skape mrke. Et mrke som aldri helt kunne forsvinne. Skyggen sa noe, smerten var der igjen. Som s mange ganger ble jeg dyttet mot det kalde gulvet. Alene skadet aldri skygger, de gikk som regel sammen. Potta Lotta? Alt svirret rundt meg. Engelen forsvant, den mrke innsiden hadde ingen barriere rundt seg. Det var ingen godhet eller fornuft for stoppe mrket.
Alt gikk rundt, jeg grep etter noe. Kunne ikke kontrollere meg selv. Jeg sto ved det endelige veikrysset, det som skulle bestemme min skjebne. Den var enten den ene veien eller den andre. Den ene veien var en slakk nedover bakke, den virket s enkel g. Den andre var en hard og lang oppover bakke. Uten tenke meg om lp jeg den ene veien, den enkleste. Utveien. Handa mi grep om noe hardt. Jeg lftet handa om og om igjen. Det virket som en evighet. Om igjen og om igjen. Luften var fylt med smerte skrik, men jeg var dv og blind. Skyggen l p det kalde gulvet, urrelig. Hendene mine var vte og rde. Klrne mine var vte og rde. Gulvet var vtt og rdt. Skyggen rrte seg aldri mer, skyggen kunne aldri mer si noe. Jeg var ikke lengre dv, men kunne ikke hre noe annet enn en total stillhet. Jeg var ikke lengre blind, det eneste jeg s var sinnet mitt. Sola ville ikke lengre skinne i hjrnet, for hjrnet skulle en ikke skinne p mer. Ingen sa noen gang noe om engelen igjen, for det var ingen engel mer.

Jeg satt i hjrnet. Det ensomme, kalde og bortgjemte hjrnet. Hendene mine om knrne mens jeg vugget sakte fram og tilbake. Det var andre som meg her, mange mrke hjrner, men jeg var det eneste sola ikke ville skinne p. Her var jeg ikke for og bli straffet, men for og bli hjulpet ut i sola. Jeg visste at jeg aldri kom til og bli kvitt skyggene og mrket. Begge ville finnes inni meg, plage meg, minne meg p det feile valget jeg en gang gjorde. Det valget ingen trodde jeg kunne ta. Englejenta var jo meg?

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LES DEL 1 FRST, DEN FINNER DU P SKRIVERIER :) takk ^^

Why was it so important that I didn`t get away. That question made the eager to get away even bigger. This wasn`t a safe place for me to be.
panic that ran through my body made me use all my powers trying to get away. I forced my arms upwards even that the chain tried to stop me. A loud sound of tree that splintered filled the air and my arms had no longer any resistance keeping them down. I held my arms up and stared at them with wide open eyes. How was this possible?! I had broken the edge of the bed. I sat up in the bed and wasn`t able to take my eyes away from my hands. What was I? How did I get this strong? The chains were still around my wrists; maybe I could manage to break them too? Carefully I stepped out from the bed, making sure that the chains didn`t hit the ground and made even more noise, it was probably only a matter of time before someone came looking what had happened. The floor was made of stone but it didn`t feel cold against my feet as I had expected. I was just stupid that expected anything at all now, with all these strange happenings. I bent down so that the chains lay against the floor, my hands were about one meter away from it I stepped on the ends of the both of them, it didn`t hurt standing on them. Slowly I closed my eyes took a deep breath and of all the powers I had left in my arms I lifted them upwards at the same time as I stretched out. It felt like I stood there for ages. I could hear the wind outside and every little sound. Step after step I could see that the chain around my wrist was about to comply. Finally they compiled and broke, my hands were free. With a smirk I rubbed my wrists, for the first time it hurt. It felt good, at least I knew I was alive now, you couldn`t feel pain if you were dead. I remembered that much. Suddenly I heard steps coming fast towards the door. In panic I looked around in the room. On a chair beside the door lay a dark cloak. With movements as fast as a lightning I ran the few steps to the other side of the room. I got the cloak around me and listened. The steps were even closer now, should I wait and see who was coming or jump out of the window. I didn`t know if I would have any chance at all surviving the jump, but I knew I was strong and whomever it could be that were coming I at least had a chance. I waited in the dark behind the door. The sound of the steps stopped outside. I heard the tick noise from the lock that meant someone had unlocked the door. Slowly the door opened with a creak and the room lit up. The shadow of this person seemed huge and frightening. With wide open eyes I watched that someone step inside the room. That someone wasn`t that huge, but tall he was. His hair was golden and he wore some kind of a green uniform. He let out a gasp as he saw that the bed was empty then he turned around. His dark red eyes met mine, his face looked surprisingly friendly. At the same time he looked a little frighted, was he frightened by me??You`re awake.? He said in a low voice.

Berre ein skugge ; nynorsk stil

Berre ein skugge.Eg sg halve meg sjlve i speile. Eg var ikkje ein heil person meir. Den andre delen av meg var ikkje meir. Den var revet fr meg, brtt og brutalt. S smertefullt. Knust i bitar, som eit spegel som var gtt i golvet. Ei knust rute. Enno kunne eg sj hendene mine raude, drypande, varme og klissete. Det svarte hre mitt hang ddt mot kinna mine. Dei ein gong s livlige ble auga mine var tomme, daue. Heile meg var som omgitt av ein skugge, den typen skugge du helst vil unng, den skuggen som er skremmande og grusom.
Eg tenkte tilbake, det kjendes ut som om nokon stakk ein kniv gjennom det som var att av meg. Kvar gong eg tenkte tilbake stakk det, det gjorde like vondt kvar gong. Sku tida lege alle sr? Det gjer den ikkje, du berre gymar smertene i eit hjrne. Tar den opp fr tid til annan og kjennar p dei, dei svir av deg henda s du kjennar det langt inn i skjela. Du trur du blir hel, men du blir aldri heilt hel. Aldri heilt den same. Aldri deg sjlve. Eg- Susie- og Lyndon sko berre innom butikken kjpe litt sukker. Eg hadde overtald han til lage kake med meg, han hadde ikkje lyst eigentleg, likte ikkje bake. Men eg tykje det var ein god id. Han gjorde det for mi skuld, fordi han elska meg og eg elska han. Han dde for meg, det var mi skuld, berre min. Ei tre trilla ned det bleike fjeset mitt. N stakk kniven enno djupere, inn i det tomme skallet eg kalde eit hjarte fr. Eg sg for meg alt att, gjekk gjennom det som eg s mange gongar fr hadde gtt gjennom.

Lyndon smilte mot meg som ei sol og eg var planten som trengde sola. Det som om det var musikk i lufta, fikk alt inni deg til boble. Livet mitt var perfekt, alt var s bra, eg visste ikkje det, eg tok alt forgitt. Om eg berra hadde visst kva som kom til skje kvart augeblikk. Kva som kom til rive meg i stykke. Vi var tvunge g den vegen der alle skumlingane budde. Det skjedde jo aldri noko p dagen og kva for eit anna val hadde vi nr den andre vegen var sperra? Sprsml som disse hadde plaga meg i hel sidan det skjedde. Kvifor meg? Kva har eg gjort for fortene noko som dette. Ingen fortene noko som dette.
Vi gikk langs den stygge gata, utan ense noko rundt oss. Eg kunne vre kvar som helst med Lyndon det ville virke fint. Gata kunne forbli kunn gr og ikkje av den same fargen som hadde vrt p henda mine, som s snart kjem til vre der. Ein skumling kom snikande mot oss med vaklande skritt. Det var noko me han eg ikkje likte, haldninga. Det var som om han bar skuggen med seg. Skumlingen spurte om vi kunne hjelpe han me noko. Lyndon prvde vare hfleg som vanleg, men sa nei nr han sg uttrykket mitt. Vi gjekk fr han rakk seie noko meir. Viss vi berre hadde brydd oss om kva han sa. ?Dykk vill angre.? Hadde han sakt med ein kvesande stemme.
Vi var med butikken no, eg sa at Lyndon kunne vente p yttersida. Det var ein varm dag og det var ofte drleg luft inni butikkane, noko han ikkje tlde s bra. S det var det han gjorde. Kvifor let eg han vente p yttersida?! Kvifor tok eg ikkje han med inn? Eg fikk livet mitt ydelagt p grunn av ein pakke sukker.
Eg gjekk ut, gleda meg til vre til saman med han att. Kvifor sa eg ikkje farvel nr eg gjekk inn i butikken?
Det var som om nokon hadde sloppe ei bombe p yttersida. Alt var eit stort kaos. Alle dei menneske. Kva hadde skjedd? Det var d eg sg det, gata der eg og Lyndon hadde kommet fr. Fleire menneske var p tur dit. Sukkeret dekte bakken der eg sto. Fta mine bar meg s fort dei kunne. Eg kunne sj det lyse hret hans mellom nokre folk. Og eg kunne sj, rdt. Om eg ropte hugse eg ikkje, alt gjekk sakte. Hjartet mitt dunka, det dunka meg i stykke. Eg dytta bort alle menneska rundt han.
Der lg han. Dekket av blod. Blod som n dekte henda mine som n farga gata. Rundt meg kviskra dei, nokon ropte og ringde etter ein ambulanse. Det la eg ikkje merke til da, det einaste eg sg var Lyndon. Han smilte ikkje lengre, han kom aldri til smile att. Auga hans s tomt opp i lufta, ein sky hadde kommet over sola mi. Ein evigvarande sky som fekk planten til vissene.
Eg hev meg ned p sida av han, tok ikkje notis til den voksande raude flekken rundt ham. ?Lyndon?? kviskra eg, eg ville ikkje tro at dette skjedde. Det kunne ikkje skje meg, slikt skjer aldri deg, slikt skjer med andre. ?Lyndon!? Eit skrik av smerte fylde lufta, alt var stille. Eg holt han mot meg, han ville vakne snart ville han ikkje? Trste meg, f meg til glyme alle problema mine? Slik det pla vre. Han trsta meg aldri.

Eg sg meg sjlv i spegelet. Kleda mine var svarte, dette var min siste sjans seie farvel til Lyndon. Seie farvel til resten av meg, seie farvel til alt. Alle trudde dei forsto meg, det ville de aldrig, ingen kan tenkje seg korleis det er miste nokon du elskar av heile ditt hjarte. Korleis det flas nr alt du har i hjertet dyr, fle p kva som ikkje er att.
Sett pris p dei du har mens du har dei.

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What am I?Chapter 1.

[Fr du leser dette m jeg beklage den elendige engelsken min! Men prv konsentrer deg om hva som str dr, ikke alle feilene. du kan rette p meg, men vr s snill, ikke skriv en liste om hva som er feil uten kommenter innholdet. dette er foresten mitt 987654 forsk p f til noe bok lignende. Er kommer lengre, men legger ikke alt ut p en gang, s jeg har en sjangs komme vidre fr jeg skal legge mer ut xP ]

I opened my eyes. The room I lay in was dark, only a weak glow of moonlight shone through the window. Still I saw everything in the room as clear as it should have been in the middle of the day. The cold night air was warm against my skin, it felt delighting. Where was I again? I couldn`t remember. My limbs were tender, it felt like they hadn`t moved in centuries. I lay in a small soft bed with a blue silk sheet over my body, it barely didn`t cover my head. I tried to lift my hand, but something stopped me, something hard around my wrist. I tried to move my other hand, it was stuck too. The sheet annoyed me, I couldn`t see my hands and I couldn`t move the sheet. Had somebody tied me to the bed? Why? There was no reason to, or was there? Actually there might be a good reason, as I couldn`t remember anything. Still, the thought of that I couldn`t move made me panic. Should I just wait for someone to come and help me? Or maybe I should try to escape. It felt like my heart was about to beat faster, but there was something strange. I couldn`t feel it beat at all. I decided to wait a moment to think about the whole situation. I closed my eyes to think, was there any ways out from here? The window! I opened my eyes again and the hope that for a second had built up inside of me was ruined. Because what I saw outside of the windows was only the top of the mountains. I had to be several floors from the ground and it would defiantly kill me if I tried to jump. A weak sight escaped my lips, but I kept looking for a way out. At the other side of the room were a door, I could just walk out of it and out from wherever I were. No, I had this feeling that this was a place that I couldn`t just walk out from. This survival instinct inside of me had taken over my logical mind. The only thing I wanted was to get out, away from whatever tied me to this bed. Again I tried to move my hands, I felt more awake now, stronger. My feet! Maybe they were free? I tried to move and to my relief I managed to lift them up. Angrily I kicked the blue silk sheet away from me so I could see my hands. My bare pale white hands almost glowed up in the dark. Surprised I blinked, they didn`t look as I expected. I`d thought that at least my own body would look familiar to me, but it didn`t. I wore a thin white dress made of something soft that felt like silk, it reached to just above my knees. I moved my gaze to my wrists, there were chains tied around them and then to the bed. The chains were really thick-like they were supposed to hold a dragon chained- and made of something that looked like steel. How was I supposed to get out of these? It was exactly what the problem was, I wasn`t supposed to get away. What I couldn`t understand was why.
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