Hej,
byłabym baaardzo wdzięczna, gdyby ktoś mi to sprawdzić, dzieki !!!!
My name is John. I was six when I have had the most frightening experience in my life. It was 6 December 1996. Everything happened near my nursery school. I finished lessons at about 6 p.m. When I was getting my jacket on I looked through the window and I saw my mother’s car. Then I told my teacher that my mother had arrived. Next I got out of the school. When I was walking up to the car I noticed that there wasn’t my mother. At first sight the car was the same as my mother’s car. I sat down on a bench. I was waiting for my mother, but she wasn’t coming. I started to worry, because she had never been late. If I had had a mobile phone, I would have called my mother. It was very cold. There was snow everywhere and it had been snowing for several hours. I noticed that the nursery school was empty and closed. It was getting dark and I was terrified. All of a sudden I saw a man who was going in my direction. I hid behind the bench. I was trembling. He didn’t noticed me and he went away. I started dreaming about my coy room, my bed and toasts with chocolate. Suddenly a car drew up and pulled up near the nursery school. A man got out. He was dressed in black from top to toe. He was tall, well-built and he had short hair. It was very dark, so I wasn’t able to see his face. He noticed me, so I didn’t try to hide. I started trembling again. I was horribly scared. He stood opposite me and said: ‘’You go with me!’’, and I said: ‘’Oh, no ! I don’t want to go with you !’’. But I was just pissing in the wind. He wouldn’t listen to me. He caught my hand and led me to his car. Then he opened the door of his car and I saw my mother. I said: ‘’Mum ! Where have you been? I am glad to see you !’’. My mother said:’’ Oh, I am sorry John ! but my car was broken down. I called uncle up’’. The good point of this story was that next day I was ill so I didn’t go to school :-)