Bonjour, pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît me corriger mon texte d'anglais.
Le travail consistait à raconter la journée d'un réfugier. Pouvez-vous me dire aussi si les temps utilisés conviennent ou non? Merci d'avance!
I was so terrified, that night my father came into my room before going to sleep and tell me that tomorrow morning at dawn we were going to run away and leave the country because Honduras became a dangerous territory for us.
He also said me that we were going in America with my uncle.
Sincerely, I was happy to flee, I was thinking that anyway in America it couldn't get any worse. Even if I'm going to miss my friends and my home. So then, the following morning I helped my mother to store cloths in luggages, I took my diary, my teddy bear and we took the road. To reassure me my dad told me a story about a little girl who, like me, seek refuge in America, he said me that once there she's made plenty of amazing friends and that now she lived in serenity with all of his relatives.
And he promised me that once in America he's going to buy me a bike. We really walked a lot and we didn't stop to save time because we had to get to the border before sunset or else it would be dangerous. During the emigration my parents were trying to act as if everything be fine, so to comfort them, I've been good. Although the truth was that I was scared to death. Despite my youth, I understood why we are fleeing. We were going in America because in Honduras the poverty prevails, and also because there are lots of people who do money-laundering, illicit trafficking in drugs and human organes. I know that because I heard mom last night. After a few hours we finally reach the border and found asylum in a little shelter in wich we spend the night in security to getting back on the road the next day.
Le travail consistait à raconter la journée d'un réfugier. Pouvez-vous me dire aussi si les temps utilisés conviennent ou non? Merci d'avance!
I was so terrified, that night my father came into my room before going to sleep and tell me that tomorrow morning at dawn we were going to run away and leave the country because Honduras became a dangerous territory for us.
He also said me that we were going in America with my uncle.
Sincerely, I was happy to flee, I was thinking that anyway in America it couldn't get any worse. Even if I'm going to miss my friends and my home. So then, the following morning I helped my mother to store cloths in luggages, I took my diary, my teddy bear and we took the road. To reassure me my dad told me a story about a little girl who, like me, seek refuge in America, he said me that once there she's made plenty of amazing friends and that now she lived in serenity with all of his relatives.
And he promised me that once in America he's going to buy me a bike. We really walked a lot and we didn't stop to save time because we had to get to the border before sunset or else it would be dangerous. During the emigration my parents were trying to act as if everything be fine, so to comfort them, I've been good. Although the truth was that I was scared to death. Despite my youth, I understood why we are fleeing. We were going in America because in Honduras the poverty prevails, and also because there are lots of people who do money-laundering, illicit trafficking in drugs and human organes. I know that because I heard mom last night. After a few hours we finally reach the border and found asylum in a little shelter in wich we spend the night in security to getting back on the road the next day.
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I was so terrified .... That night my father came into my room before going to sleep and told me that the next morning we were going to run away at dawn. He explained Honduras had become a dangerous territory for us.He also said that we were going to America with my uncle.
To tell the truth, I was really happy to flee Honduras. I thought that it couldn't get worse anywhere else even though I was going to miss my friends, my home. So, the next morrning, I helped my mother to pack some clothes, I took my diary, my teddy bear and we went away.
To make me feel better my dad told me a story about a little girl who, like me,had gone seeking hapiness in America. She had met so many friends that now she could live happily with her relatives.
He also promised me he would buy me a bike once we would be there.
We walked a lot, we didn't stop to save time to get to the boarder before sunset to avoid danger.
As young as I was, I could understand why we were fleeing : in Honduras, poverty, gangs, drug-trafficking were our everday lives. After a few hours we finally reached the boarder. We found a little shelter where we spent the night. The next day we were back on the road...
Voilà; j'ai un peu modifié ton texte... J'ai corrigé certaines phrases trop longues ou trop alambiquées.... Je pense que c'est un peu plus fluide mais je ne suis pas bilingue...
bonne journée :)