Oskar stod bak i klasserommet.

Oskar stood at the back of the classroom.

Han var nervøs.

He was nervous.

Hendene hans svettet.

His hands were sweating.

Han skulle holde en presentasjon om et spesielt sted.

He was about to give a presentation about a special place.

Han valgte Karl Johans Gate i Oslo.

He chose Karl Johans Gate in Oslo.

Det var sommer, og solen skinte sterkt.

It was summer, and the sun was shining brightly.

Klassen satt stille og ventet.

The class sat quietly, waiting.

Læreren smilte oppmuntrende til Oskar.

The teacher smiled encouragingly at Oskar.

Han gikk sakte fram til tavlen.

He slowly walked up to the blackboard.

Han haddet med seg et bilde.

He had brought a picture with him.

Bildet var av Karl Johans Gate.

The picture was of Karl Johans Gate.

Det var hans favorittsted å skrive historier.

It was his favorite place to write stories.

Karl Johans Gate var livlig.

Karl Johans Gate was lively.

Turister gikk rundt og så på butikkene.

Tourists wandered around looking at the shops.

Gatekunstnere spilte musikk.

Street performers played music.

Kaféene hadde folk som satt ute og nøt solen.

Cafés had people sitting outside enjoying the sun.

Men for Oskar, var dette stedet rolig og beroligende.

But for Oskar, this place was calm and soothing.

Oskar startet presentasjonen.

Oskar began his presentation.

“Mitt sted er Karl Johans Gate i Oslo,” sa han.

"My place is Karl Johans Gate in Oslo," he said.

Stemmen hans skalv.

His voice trembled.

Han husket å vise bildet sitt.

He remembered to show his picture.

“Her er bilde av gaten.

"Here is a picture of the street."

” Han holdt bildet opp.

He held up the picture.

Han stanset.

He paused.

Ordene forsvant.

The words disappeared.

Hjertet banket fort.

His heart was racing.

Men da han så på bildet, følte han roen fra gaten.

But when he looked at the picture, he felt the calm from the street.

Han trakk pusten dypt.

He took a deep breath.

“Jeg liker å skrive historier her,” sa han.

"I like to write stories here," he said.

“Stedet gir meg inspirasjon.

"The place gives me inspiration.

Det er mange interessante mennesker.

There are many interesting people.

Jeg drømmer om å bli forfatter.

I dream of becoming a writer."

”Oskar følte seg bedre.

Oskar felt better.

Støttet av bildet, fortalte han mer.

Supported by the picture, he shared more.

Han beskrev luktene, lydene og synene på gaten.

He described the smells, sounds, and sights of the street.

Turister med kameraer, barn som lo, og gatemusikanter som spilte gitar.

Tourists with cameras, children laughing, and street musicians playing guitar.

Klassen lyttet nøye.

The class listened intently.

Noen smilte.

Some smiled.

Oskar følte at han delte en del av seg selv.

Oskar felt like he was sharing a part of himself.

Frykten var der fortsatt, men den var mindre.

The fear was still there, but it was smaller.

Mot slutten av presentasjonen sa han, “Karl Johans Gate er mer enn bare en gate.

Towards the end of the presentation, he said, "Karl Johans Gate is more than just a street.

Det er et sted hvor drømmer skapes.

It is a place where dreams are made.

Og på en dag, vil mine historier bli lest av mange.

And one day, my stories will be read by many."

”Han avsluttet med et smil.

He finished with a smile.

Klassen applauderte.

The class applauded.

Læreren nikket stolt.

The teacher nodded proudly.

Når Oskar gikk tilbake til plassen sin, følte han seg sterkere.

As Oskar went back to his seat, he felt stronger.

Han visste nå at han kunne dele historiene sine.

He now knew that he could share his stories.

Han kunne overvinne frykten.

He could overcome his fear.

Han kunne bli en forfatter.

He could become a writer.

Karl Johans Gate hadde hjulpet ham en gang til.

Karl Johans Gate had helped him once again.

Og en dag skulle han skrive om det, tenkte Oskar, mens han pakket sammen tingene sine for dagen.

And one day, he would write about it, Oskar thought, as he packed up his things for the day.

Han smilte for seg selv.

He smiled to himself.

Han hadde gjort det.

He had done it.

Han hadde levert sin presentasjon trygt og vellykket.

He had delivered his presentation safely and successfully.