Engelsk FSA 2008

Hej jeg skal skrive engelsk fsa 2008 skriftlig. Jeg har valgt at skrive om nummer 3. " Something on the mind", jeg ville være meget glad hvis nogle ville tage et kig på det og sige hvad de synes om det. Tak på forhånd!

3. Something on the mind

It was a day I'll never forget.
I remember it like it was yesterday, I was in the classroom having math, and suddenly the class phone ringed, and it never did that it, so we all freezed for a second, because we knew it was something seriously bad, when the phone rings. Suddenly we could see Miss. Lindsey our teacher, got red eyes and looked directly at me. She then hung up, and said "James can I speak with you outside?", we then got out and she told me the bad news, she said that my mother had died, she got hit by a car, on her way home, from work. I were empty of words I couldn't speak, I panicked and ran away, I just couldn't understand how it could happen to my mom, why not just another mom, why mine, I ran as far away as I could, and hide, I just sat on a rock, in a Forrest, and cried, and thought that I had been a terrible son, for some reason, that I had could stopped the car or something. After a while sitting there, somebody saw me and called the police, and brought me home, to my father, he bursted out in tears when he saw me, we cried together for hours. After a while my father turned the tv on, and there we saw the story about, my mom, it was all over the news, it was a young man, who drove the car, he were shocked, I could see how sad he were in his eyes, I know it wasn't his meaning to hit her, but I were still very mad at him, and I just felt that I had to hurt him, but I know that it wouldn't help my mom back. For weeks I couldn't think of anything else than my mom, I thought about that I hadn't been a good enough son, that I didn't help her, I didn't take out the trash or spend quality time with her, I just sit upstairs in my own gaming universe, and didn't think of her. After a while my father said that a psychologist may help, get away with the thought that I had, about that I wasn't a good enough son. I first didn't like, it felt weird, I felt I was mental, or a psychopath because a went to a psychologist, but after a couple of visits, I got away with my thoughts, and i finally after a long trip, thought normal again. I still think of my mother everyday, and miss her everyday, but I have been used to it now.

James