Hab ich mal in der Oberstufe für den Englisch LK schreiben müssen.
Ist etwas länger aber kam damals gut an
PS: Wer sagt "zu lang" blablabla der sollte sich mal anschauen was Edgar Allan Poe in seiner Abhandlung über die Länge von Literatur geschrieben hat.
The Cat
Chris was walking along the well-cemented, clean street, with absolutely no cracks in it and his face was dark like the walls in an old ore-mine. A little stone lay at the side of the street and he kicked it away with all the power he could bring up. It was obvious that his thoughts and feelings were not nice and that he was very unhappy. ”Another F in Mathematics, I can study as much as I want, I never get a good grade…I hate school and If Mum wasn’t always telling me to stay inside, I would have longest dropped out.” he thought. The eyes of the boy were damp and he left the street and moved on the cast track that led to the house where he lived together with his mother. The track was muddy, wet and there were much slop on it, he could see the traces of car-tires in the muddy ground and his feet made a chuckling sound when they stepped into the sludge, pushing it to the side. He walked silently towards his houses’ porch, happier now, looking forward to his favorite hobby: To catch up on the plants and animals which he only knows from videos and pictures. The boy started to step up because he wanted to finally be in his room, but suddenly he stopped abruptly, frozen, his eyes torn open and his mouth unclosed, looking at the little thing sitting at the top stair of his houses’ porch, looking at him with it’s golden eyes, it’s tail swung around it’s feet sitting there silently, it’s black fur glistening in the warm sun, it’s posture majestic. “It…It…It can’t be! I must be dreaming! I know that they don’t exist anymore, not even one of them, but it is so real!” Chris said hushed. “I have to find out if I’m seeing ghosts or if it’s another dumb joke made by one of my classmates.” he thought and started to move very slow, minding not to make any noise and no hectic motions and approached the cat on his porch. “Don’t be afraid little cat, I don’t want to harm you, please stay” he whispered, the black cat was just examining him with its golden eyes very attentively, not moving. When Chris was just close enough to touch the cat and reached out his hand, the black animal jumped from the stair and ran into the holographic wood next to Chris’ house. The Boy wanted to follow it but he understood that there was no chance to retrieve it. “This cat was real! Oh my God it was real!” he with a loud, but sad voice. “I wanted to touch it and find out everything about it, why did it run away? I don’t know why, but I have to search this kitty after lunch and I feel that I will see it again,” he thought.
His mother appeared in the front door and said “Hi my baby! Your lunch is ready. Come in, I’ve been waiting for you!” Chris looked at her with a happy face, ran towards his mother and embraced her. “Mum, Mum, Mum! I just experienced the craziest thing in my life, I am so happy and I still can’t believe it! It was real, very real, no hologram or video, it lived!” he said with an excited, fast voice. “Ok Chris, now calm down and tell me everything, I don’t know what you are talking about. WHAT was real?” she said with a calm voice and a smile on her face. “Mum, it is so amazing, you won’t believe it! I just walked towards our house and I saw a black cat sitting on the porch! I couldn’t believe it so I approached it and I was so close I could almost touch it! Mum! I saw a living cat!” Chris reported. “Oh Chris. Come On! Not again, one of your fantasy stories about animals or plants that are no holograms! You know that this is not true; we don’t have any animals or plants that live in our world anymore. It was just a vanity that tricked your senses. Now step inside, the lunch is getting cold.” his mother said with a severe voice. The boy knew that it was senseless to try to convince his mother that it was not a hallucination and so he went in and sat at the table.
After lunch, he went up in his room and started with his homework but his thoughts were all around the little black cat and he couldn’t write down one clear sentence in the essay his English Teacher wants him to write as homework. “I know that the encounter with the cat was not a hallucination of my fantasy. This cat was real, it was no robot or holographic animal and I need to go and search it, otherwise I can’t go to sleep for the next 3 weeks.” he thought resolutely.
Chris stopped thinking about the Immigration Laws of 2021 and switched his computer off. He went down the stairs, through the kitchen and went outside on the porch. His mother sat there in her rocking chair and read a novel. “You are going out? Darling it is 5 PM and I don’t want you to be outside that long,” she murmured without looking up from her book. “But mum…” Chris protested. “No contradiction son! You are 13 years old and so you have to follow my orders and I say that you are here again in three hours, alright?” his mother said with a loud and penetrating voice because she knew that he didn’t like this. Without saying a word, the boy stepped off the porch and headed right into the holographic forest where he suspected the cat.
He looked at the trees, ferns, bushes and other holographic plants. “I always thought that the scientists had created a very realistic, similar clone of the plants and animals they’ve destroyed before but after the encounter with the cat these computer images look like they were drawn by a four year old child….Technology will never beat the work of nature.” He thought and went on. The total silence and smell of fresh rain made Chris think and he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Even at that time of day the sun was brutally hot, the holographic trees may looked real but they didn’t spend any shadow. The boy was walking through the forest aimless because he didn’t really now where to search his black cat and he didn’t have the time to take the Holotrain to the next city and after he had walked over streets and muddy paths for an hour, he returned to the house, annoyed, sad and frustrated.
As he stepped on the porch of the house, his mother was not sitting there any more and he went to the door to go in and continue his essay. “Wait, don’t go in, I’m here!” a voice said. Chris turned around and looked on the cast track from which he came. The sun had gone under and dawn started, the environment began to turn dark, outlines blurred, melting into one black object and he couldn’t see much. “Mum? Is that you? Who said this?” the boy spoke with an unconfident voice. “No, I’m not your mother sweetheart. I’m right here, can’t you see me?” the voice whispered again, loud, clear, impressing, as if the speaker would sit directly in Chris’ head. “No, I can’t see anyone, who are you?” he answered, now knowing that his mother was inside the house and worked in the kitchen, the light fell out through the glass door and Chris could hear dishes clanking and clacking, his mum singing a tune. The young boy walked slowly along his porch, trying to look out in the darkness and to identify the bold intruder that played a game with him. “Come on Chris, it isn’t that hard isn’t it?” the voice said again with a laughter. ”I’m right HERE”. He heard something creak and recognized that his mother’s rocking chair was moving. Chris didn’t answer but moved slowly towards the dandling chair. Eyes yellow like amber appeared out of nowhere and looked at the boy; the voice said, “Ah, you finally found me”.