par lasute » 31 Jan 2010, 12:59
Bonjour, j'aurais souhaité obtenir un peu d'aide car la prof d'anglais nous a confié la rédaction d'une nouvelle, et je ne sais pas si m'a traduction de celle-ci est bonne ou pas, en effet, j'aurais souhaité savoir où il pourrait y avoir des fautes pour pouvoir les corriger et ainsi ne plus les refaire.
Voici une partie de la nouvelle (celle où je suis le moins sur):
A tire squeal on the gravel made me raise my head of the newspaper that I glanced through, thoughtfully. He had finally arrived. I went to open the door. He had just come off his bike, and when he lifted his head toward me, I displayed once more a friendly expression on my face. I helped him to take his bags.
Put your bike inside, bad weather is announced, I said.
Entering, he squinted a moment on the tons of cardboard moving, which my father and I hadnt had time to unpack. I closed the door and put the light on, when the clock rang 19 hours. Caleb jumped and I couldnt help smiling, noting how he was easily fearful.
Student aged 17, like me, Caleb was a medium-sized boy: so I was taller than him. He had brown hair, and except his green eyes, he was rather ordinary.
Isnt your father there? he asked looking around for him.
No, he is on duty at the hospital for overnight.
So, we broach triteness, beginning an ordinary evening between friends. Caleb made a remark about time, and we continued speaking about the fire which ravaged Stryders home yesterday, or again, about the disturbing disappearance of this girl since Tuesday.
We knew each other only since the return to school, and in three months I managed to gain his confidence.
Around 20 oclock, I apologized:
I must phone my father. It's time for his break, and I have to confirm that you are well arrived.
Once alone, I dialed the phone.
Yes, yes its me, I replied to the voice. Is he here?
The person on the line seemed surprised.
No, I continued. I phone precisely because he hasnt arrived yet.
Thirty seconds later I put down the phone, satisfied.
After playing some video games, we ate quickly. Then I challenged him at chess, and he accepted. But although he was a tough opponent, I won the game. We then decided to watch episodes of TV series. But we didnt agree with the choice of the serie. I insisted to watch Dexter:
He's a serial killer who is cop in Miami. In this season his team investigates its own crimes.
Yes, but Supernatural is much more fun: they are two brothers who hunt demons and...
When we were both out of arguments, I made another proposal:
And if we would rather visit the abandoned boarding school?
Have you seen the weather? he said with a backward movement, hearing the wind which was cracked around the house.
Its not true, Caleb! Dont tell me you're afraid! I provoked him.
Slightly hurt, he replied.
Of course not! But why the hell would you go there?
I heard people talking about this place at school. I want to see it myself. And from what I know, you've never been there.
He mumbled something, looking grumpy.
So it's okay, I replied giving him a pat on the back. Let's go now. Take your coat.
He sighed, but followed me still in the car.
It only took three minutes to reach the dilapidated building. It had started raining. We left the car and I felt that Caleb was worried. I was not sure if he was afraid because of everything we heard about this place, like ghost stories, or if it was simply abandoned place that bothered him.
We pass over the fence, I whispered to him, assuring me that the street was deserted.
He passed the obstacle with as much agility as me. We landed in tall grass, which gave me the impression of having suddenly left the town.
I threw a glance at the imposing building above us. The street lamps reflected on windows of the floor, such as boarding, like a huge spider seemed to watch us with dozens of eyes. The broken windows of the ground floor gave the impression of screaming to death.
I thought to see Caleb tremble.
Come on, I issued in drawing my torch to fight against darkness.
Reminds me why you wanted to come here? Caleb asked me once inside.
My eyes were gradually accustomed to the half-obscurity. It smelled musty. Humidity had peeled off wall-papers and had swollen wood, making the floor hunchback. Every other second creaking resounded, accompanying the winds thriller complaint.
Coward! I teased him. Come on, it's funny, isnt it?
On the ground were deteriorating all kinds of debris: pieces of planks, broken glass... There were downright sweet wrappers and crisp packets, which betrayed the recent arrival of other visitors. I showed it to Caleb.
Others came before us, I said reassuringly.
Grating doors hung on their hinges. We explored several rooms, finding always the same empty and plaintive places.
We go upstairs? Caleb finally asked, pointing to the stairs with his chin.
I nodded and fell into step with him to dormitories, having a quick look at my watch.
Look at this, I whispered arrived on the first.
In front of us extended, on about thirty yards, a wide corridor. On either side there were many doors, leading to former bedrooms. They were almost all open, which illuminated the corridor of the yellow light of standard lamps.
My heart beat a little louder now. I thought again about all the stories that were told about this eerie place. From the first time I found it funny.
We moved forward into the main road. Caleb seemed more nervous, but he was busy to throw curious glances around him, and to open some doors.
I went past a closed door, pointing the lamp at the ceiling. I watched, surprised, the dusty cobwebs. Behind me, I heard Caleb trying to open the door.
Hey, he whispered to my attention.
I turned round towards him. He pointed his finger at the door.
Its closed, he said because of my lack of reaction.
I shrugged my shoulders.
And then?
He sighed, exasperated.
Its locked, he insisted. The others werent.
He looked through the keyhole.
I'm sure there's something there! he said, this time with more curiosity than fear.
Move over, I said, looking at my turn by the slot in the lock. Let's see, I said finally, taking of a small metal piece in my pocket.
I picked the lock easily.
Awesome, he exclaimed.
I train myself for a long time, I assured him with a discreet smile.
Then I pressed the handle. It opened without the slightest creak. I pointed the flashlight inside, and considered the small room.
Oh! Caleb exclaimed.
He was right.
In the middle of the room, a narrow table was covered with a transparent plastic, and overhung by a lamp. Nearby there were some plastic boxes which strangely looked like coolers.
What's that? I asked in a really intrigued tone.
Look at this, he says, showing me a big brown bottle. Chloroform. Its dodgy, isnt it?
I also think, I acquiesced frowning.
His look was quickly attracted by the huge wooden box near the wall. He lifted the lid.
Give me the lamp, please, he said, holding out his hand to me.
I did so, my heart beating too much.
I think there are plastic things... , he said before to point the light in the box. Oh my God! he exclaimed moving back.
I rushed towards him alarmed, snatched the lamp from his hands, and looked in the box.
Its contents could easily make me feel like throwing up. Through a transparent plastic bag, I could make out the corpse of a young woman. And to add a touch of horror to this vision, her eyes were torn out.
Est ce que quelqu'un aurait-il le temps de m'aider?
Merci d'avance.