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              8.Chapter
     
     
     
    The week-end approached and I considered whether I this time home should go. Mom I did not want to see over again... and with Sharon and Daisy it was a matter always about the same subject …to slag at someone...over and  over again.
Sighing I rose in the train.!
However, even as the starting whistle came... I stood again in the railway station.
Since this night meeting with Sita it pulled me almost magically in her nearness. This was the first time that I in Vermont remained.
Middelborough had become extinct the character of a village and now on the Friday morning like. I had to start here newly anew, even if everything was new here and foreign.
What did I want in in my old quarter?
All sad, broken shapes look?
Moms to eternal reproaches listen?
No I shook violently the head and thought of Sitas words ….It is important what YOU believe and not what others believe.
And, therefore, I decided to venture a new beginning!
Today luckily I had the room for myself alone, this Melissa was on the move with her friends.
I enjoyed the wholesome silence.
What probably made Sita?
Constantly my thoughts circled round them. Since the night meeting we had not seen ourselves any more. Doubts tormented me what they probably from me thought.
.Empfand them same like I?
Sighing I left the room and wanted to go just in the direction of library.... met as a sudden Sita the way.....
Their sari blew easily and springy with every step, it seemed as she glides about the ground.
„Hey Brandy... whats going on?“
She sounded delighted and added smiling: „I thought, you would have driven home.“
She presented herself absolutely informally, as usual.
Nothing pointed to night kiss scene.
„Were you already in the town below?“ 
„Er... no...“ I produced only haltingly.
Their sight paralyzed me almost.... she  looked so beguiling.
I answered her smile and together we ran down in the town.

„If you know what... “Sita sparkled me enterprising in.“... I appear the market!“
And already she took my hand and led me addressing by the noisy market. For a provincial town it was very lively and colorfully.
The most varied goods were offered at the top of the voice and haggling. I did not come out of the amazement any more.
„You must experience once the Indian market...“ Sitas eyes flashed and shone with joy.
When she my hand took to lead me by the crowd of people... beat my heart almost for shattering....
Their slender hand was so soft and determined however, thus and suddenly I fancied like this velvet-brown hand touched me....
I could not defend myself at all against this imagination. everything one burst so overpowering on me.
New feelings I would never have held for possible.....
„Hey....you are okay??“
Sitas concerned voice tore me from the dreams and I affirmed in a hurry.

At this night I could hardly sleep...
It was the nicest day since me here in Vermont on the major's college went.
The exotic smell still stuck to my clothes.... and coloured pictures of the market accompanied me in the country of the dreams.
However, a smiling Sita very often appeared and her bright melodic voice still sounded to me in the ears.

Afterwards I was not glad that I the train in my old native country has taken, otherwise would have missed this excursion.
In the lessons I tried to concentrate desperately., nevertheless, over and over again I saw this picture before myself like myself our lips touched..... her soft hand me by the market led...
Since that time a crackling tension is nothing else passed..., nevertheless this lay between us I felt quite clearly.
And only if she me considered... then her looks were long and mysterious.....

Excitedly I looked around.
We had ourselves here in the park arranged... accordingly nervously I was.
At least felt 100 spots I looked at the clock... my heart played moved... the hands trembled and my thoughts played up...