It was a hot summer night, Friday the 13th 2001. I was going to turn 18 the next day, so my best friend and I went for a night out in the city. We put on our most sexy dresses and did our makeup and hair. I have to admit, that we both looked pretty good. As we both didn't have a boyfriend, our goal was to hook up with someone. 

We went to the coolest club in town, you could only get into it if you're over eighteen years old. The security asked for our ID. As you know, I was still 17 at that time. We discussed a little bit with the guard, until he finally let us in. 

So in the club, there were lots of hot boys, probably a little older than us. One of them stared at me, you could tell by the way he looked at me that he would go talk to me soon. His name is Zayn Evans, the most attractive guy I've ever met. We partied together, danced, talked and drank alcohol.

Zayn and I decided to head to my place. As we arrived, he immediately started to take my clothes off. For a moment I hesitated, thinking if I should tell him that I was still a virgin. I didn't say a word. We were lying in the bed, when suddenly someone opened the front door of my house. "Hello, Zara, are you there?". It was my dad. I hysterically looked at Zayn. He immediately jumped out of the bed, running to the window, leaving me alone in my bed. Fortunately, I was able to put some clothes on before my father opened the door. "What're you doing here? Weren't you supposed to party with your friend?". He looked around my room and found the boy's clothes spread all over the floor. "Who's clothes are this, Zara? You're still 17! You're not allowed to lose your virginity until marriage!". Oh no, I forgot about my religious father. He ran to the window, which was now opened, looking for the guy whom I had slept with. I felt sorry for him, because my dad was about to find him. At least that's what I thought, but he didn't do so. "He's lucky, your loverboy. He's not here anymore. I'll go to sleep now and talk to you tomorrow. Zara Fork, I'm very upset and disappointed." As soon as I heard him closing the door of his bedroom, I ran to the window searching for Zayn. He was hanging down the window, holding onto the windowsill. I helped him climb back into my room. He stared at me, the exact way he did so in the club. "I'm really sorry.", I told him. He took his clothes and put them on. At the beginning of the night I was hoping that this wasn't just going to be a one night stand. But at that moment, I was pretty sure he'd never want to see me again. 

"Zara Fork". I looked him directly into the eyes. "Give me a pencil, please". He wasn't wearing a shirt so I was (obviously) starring at his muscles, until I noticed he'd said something to me. I brought him a pencil, not sure what he was about to do. He took it and wrote his phone number on my hand. "I wish to hear of you soon", he said to me. I was really surprised. Then he silently sneaked out of the house.

He's my husband now. Our wedding was on a hot summer night, Friday the 13th 2011. 

·       I think it shows, that the generation of ‘today’ are just looking on their mobile phone/ internet, and the important things are getting lost and aren’t important anymore (for some people).

·       I think it is art, not this classic art but different/ cool art.

·       I chose this one, because I noticed this too, today everyone is on the mobile phone the hole time (Me too, to be honest), but our life is on the mobile - phone. While other children are crying of hunger, the others cry, because they don’t have any followers on Instagram.

Could you imagine what a place would look like without war? Without killings and violence? Wouldnt it be so much more beautiful? Why is it so hard for humans to just life in peace together? There are 7 billion people on our planet. We might have different cultures, different languages and differnet skin colours. But is that so bad? Imagine you are living in a world where people with blue eyes would have to walk on the other side of the street than the ones with brown eyes. Where blue eyed people would be considered worthless or couldnt earn as much money. A place where people with green eyes are so hated that they cant even fly with an airplane because so many brown eyed people are so scared oft them. Dont you think thats rediculous? I think it is.  
 
This picture is art. It is so beautiful and i choose it because of the message it tells.

- On this picture I can see an old man who’s sitting in front of a wall. On the wall there’s the statement „Just google it“. I think the man seems to be a little bit desperate as you can recognize at his face. 

 

- In my opinion the message of the graffiti is to just google things if you don’t know them and not just to overthink things you don’t have any idea what they might mean.

 

- I don’t really know if this is art, because you can only see a few words on a wall and that’s it. So it could be painted by anyone.

 

- The reason why I chose this picture is because this defenitelly applies to me.

About four years ago I was dating a young man, who was the same age as I was at the time. We were dating for three years. I was happy with him and we had many plans for our common future.

But I ruined everything…

The other day on my best friend’s (Clara) birthday we decided to celebrate it with a big home party. We invited lots of friends. One of our guests was my ex-boyfriend Jake. At that time, I didn’t know that this is going to be a big disaster.

I showed up with my boyfriend at about 8 p.m. We were having a lot of fun!

Later that evening I was feeling the looks of my ex-boyfriend on my body. Suddenly he came towards me. He was flirting with me. I still liked him. After a few more shots with him I felt the alcohol in my blood prickling.

At one point I was drinking so much that I didn’t even realize how drunk I was. Jake took my hand and I followed him. He steered toward Clara’s bedroom door. I knew what was going to happen...

Suddenly I heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. I was in panic. “What should we do?!” – I thought. We have to hide. I couldn’t think of a place where Jake could hide, because there was no closet in that room. Jake had an idea. He carefully climbed out of the window and was holding onto the windowsill.

The door opened rapidly. Somebody came rushing into the room. It was my boyfriend Harry. He stared at me in shock. He was shouting: “What are you doing here? Why are you naked? Who else is in here? Where is he?” He was scanning the whole room.

I was hoping that he wouldn’t find Jake, but he did. He looked out of the window seeing Jakes fingertips. Harry immediately pulled him up. Jake was traumatized. Harry as yelling at me and started to punch Jake. Jake was traumatize, he wasn’t able to fight back. I was in shock and I started crying.

That night was the worst night of my life. I made such a terrible mistake. Harry broke up with me. My life wasn’t complete anymore.