AudioBook(600h-2PRL) - Freckles текст песни

Introduction

I said, 'Hi! Donna, this is Jack. Jack, this is Donna.'
Donna gave him a big smile. Her smile usually makes men weak in the legs.
Susie has freckles, and she hates them! 'When I'm older they'll be one BIG freckle, all over me!' she thinks. And Susie has problems with boys. 'Great legs, but I don't like the freckles,' one boy says about her. Her best friend, Donna, never has problems with boys. Donna has pretty hair, nice teeth and blue eyes — and she hasn't got freckles! Boys fall at her feet. But now there's a new boy at the school, and Donna wants him too!
Will Jack fall at Donna's feet? Will he laugh at Susie's freckles? In this story, Susie and Donna learn an important lesson about life.
Andrew Matthews was born in Wales in 1948. He taught English for many years, but he also wrote more than forty books for children and young people. Two of his books for teenagers are Writing in Martian and Seeing in Moonlight. He wrote this story for Penguin Readers.
Andrew Matthews now lives in Reading, England, with his wife and their cats. The cats sit on his books and push his pens on to the floor.

Chapter 1 My Big Teenage Problem

I hated my freckles when I was young. Every day I looked in the mirror and thought, 'Look at them! They're getting bigger! When I'm older they'll be one BIG freckle, all over me!'
At school, the other little children in my class laughed at me and my freckles. 'Hello, Freckle-face!' they shouted.
But when I was a teenager, it all got worse. My freckles were my Big Teenage Problem.
Why did I think that? Because one lunch-time, I went to the school library and started to look for a book. Suddenly, I heard a conversation between two boys.
'So who do you think is pretty?' one said.
'Donna Marshall?' said the other boy.
My ears went - DING! - because Donna's my best friend.
'Yes!' said the first boy.
'Susie Carpenter?'
My ears went — DING! — again, because that's me.
'Great legs . ..' began the first boy.
I thought, 'That's a good start, but don't talk about the freckles! Please don't talk about the freckles.'
'... but I don't like the freckles.'
'Oh, no!' I thought. I wanted to run away and cry. 'Perhaps that will wash my freckles away,' I thought.
Donna is pretty, of course. She has it all: pretty hair, blue eyes, nice teeth — and no freckles! Boys fall down at her feet when she walks past them. She can go out with any boy — and she goes out with a lot of them! When she gets bored with somebody, she says goodbye to him. Then she turns to the next boy.
That was Donna's life. A lot of young men, and they happily did everything for her. I only had freckles! I was very unhappy in those days.
But not now. Now I'm quite happy with my freckles. So what changed things? I'll tell you ...
It was lunch-time in the Dining Room, and I was with Donna. Suddenly, Donna said, 'A boy over there is looking at us.'
'Looking at you, you mean,' I said. 'What boy?'
'I don't know,' she said. 'I never saw him before now.'
I started to turn my head.
'Don't look!' Donna said quickly. 'He'll see you! Look at him when he's not looking.'
'Donna, I have to look at him,' I said. 'Or how will I know when he's not looking? What's wrong? Will he run away when he sees me?'
'OK, look at him,' said Donna. 'But be careful. We don't want him to think, "So they're interested in me!" Go and get a glass of water.'
'I've got some water,' I said.
'Go and get another glass!' she said. 'You can look at him on the way. He's sitting alone, near the door.'
I went for some