First draft - assignment 2.6

Här ska vi skriva objektivt, alltså i tredje person. Jag valde att försöka skriva om mitt förra alster. Är inte så nöjd, men det skulle in ikväll så va fan...

The face of the girl sitting at the table turns red. She blinks her eyes fast, like something is irritating her. Her friends around her talk, but she doesn’t say a word. Suddenly she stands up, almost like on a given signal and she makes her way from the table to the staircase. Her feet slowly take one step after another; her hands grip the banisters tight. The wooden floor creak a little as she walks towards the open door, with a beaming light shining out of it. A few men are in the room, some sitting down and a few standing up. One of them, a young man wearing a knitted white sweater with black dots, hands the girl a cracker of some sort. She accepts it and shoves a large piece of it in her mouth. Her eyes roll a little while she chews. The young man with the knitted white sweater asks the girl:

- Do you want to get some fresh air?

The girl doesn’t respond, she just keeps on chewing. The man stretches out his hand and grabs the girl’s, leading her out on the small wooden pier where they dropped anchor earlier. The wind blows into her hair, it sticks in the corners of her mouth and makes it hard for her to see. His eyes are fixed on her, but hers are flying all over the place. The girl fidgets with her hair, to try to get it to stay in place. The young man takes a deep breath, reaches out for her and pulls her close to him so fast that she almost trips. He waits until she turns her face up towards him, then he pulls his arms tighter around her and kisses her.