Several questions invade my mind.How can I have such bad luck in one lifetime?When I was little, I constantly listened to my father yelling and hitting my mother, as well as the multiple blows my drunken father gave David and me. Then, my parents' divorce.Which to tell the truth was a relief for all of us; since we were all victims of his violent character. But society was even more violent and disappointing. For "a woman cannot carry a home on her shoulders" "surely those children will be delinquents, nobodies, a trash of society. Why should they grow up without a father?Those and many other destructive comments we received, bullying in every school we attended, both for that and for being foreigners was what we always lived. My mother had a hard time getting a job because she was a single mother. So we had to grow up fast to take care of ourselves.At first it was difficult, as we were only 7 years old. However, after a short time we had adjusted. My mother only cared about the
She sighs in frustration.She stops talking, as the elevator stops at our floor. I'm glad to know that the elevator we were in was alone, as I would have had the embarrassment of the century. He takes the room key, opens the door and we step inside.I don't know why I feel like the lecture about why I helped her elope and went with her is going to cost me the scolding of my life.My mother leaves me in the living room, while she goes to the minibar in the room and pours herself a drink. Then she turns to me, sits down across from me and says a few words that left me petrified."Did you take care of yourself while you were with that cute boy?" she says as her eyebrows go up and down enthusiastically."Mom!" I scream at her comment."Calm down. It's not for you to act like this, you're a teenager at the height of your hormonal peak and the truth is I don't blame you if it's with that hottie that you lose your virginity to. I'm just asking you to take care of yourself, as it's better to
However, there was a problem, which was that: first, although I could climb the tree near the wall. The branches of the tree were not high enough to allow me to pass to the other side of the wall without getting electrocuted, yes, the surface of the wall has electrical current.So cruel, aren't they?Second, the dogs. Which to my mind are not dogs, to me they are like the wolves described in the Twilight saga - only these, apparently, are trained to kill any living thing that deigns to cross those walls without proper authorization. I mean, me.Are these my ideas or did Aninka give me a suicide mission? Not to mention that that's just entering the enemy camp. Can you imagine how hard it will be to win the war?Not that I'm belittling myself or being very negative. But, hey, they have an army of men in black, killer dogs of my stature and who knows what else. Whereas I just possess my own strength. Not to mention that I'm a little lame on one foot.True, it's a suicide mission?But wor
The man stares at me with his unfriendly face. While I struggle to get my body to start moving. Which, now, is mission impossible - like everything about me.His strong gaze, his large stature, his notoriously shapely body and that gun showing in the waistband of his pants. They make my body refuse to move.'Are we in time to beg for mercy?' a fearful conscience asks me."Who are you?" he asks and his voice alone makes me shudder.Could it be that I've become one from fright?I don't know, but I think I need a bath. With urgency.I don't answer."I come back and ask you who are you?" he asks angrily."I-I am.""Are you there Vlad?" they ask and immediately the giant replies "Yes, sir" without taking his eyes off me."What was that sound?" again says a male voice I don't recognize. I don't even know where it came from.Yes, I made a lot of noise when I came in. But, hey, understand me I'm almost lame. I'm not at 100% of my abilities so getting through that little hidden door. It's quit
"Nice to meet you, Esteban's father." Esteban's father responds to my greeting. Then we stand in front of a door.Before I know it, we have reached the second floor of the house. The courtyard where I entered is out of sight, as well as the man who almost scared me to death."There is Aninka, I leave her in your care. For the moment I have things to do.""Thank you" I say and he smiles "Thank you, for trusting me and not calling the police" I say clutching the handles of my backpack."There's nothing to thank" he says smiling "Because stupid Esteban isn't like his father" "Just by looking at you I know you're a good girl."I nod and after knocking twice on the door and hearing a pass, I enter.I walk in and the first thing I meet is the bad friend who made me commit all this craziness while I'm still convalescing."Sofia!" she yells and then throws herself at me.I let out a moan of pain as I feel my foot receive more weight than it can bear and without further ado I lose consciousnes
"What do you have planned?" asks Mr. Priston, our group teacher when he sees that all of his students are in the classroom. That's not normal.No one responds, as expected. Everyone has their own concerns. Several months have already passed since the beginning of the school year, so the exams are too close - for those who apply themselves -; the soccer, tennis and basketball championships, as well as the photography, singing, music and dance championships.In Russia, in order to get into a good university, it is not only about having excellent grades -the competition is very strong-, it is also important to accumulate points during your school stay, which are obtained in championships approved to provide them. The good thing is that these competitions are not only about intelligence in a specific subject such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, English, etc..They take into account the clubs that are found in the institutions, which range from painting, photography, dance and singing
"Aninka!" scolds Esteban coming down from the bleachers. I'm already back his poker face.Aninka raises her hands helplessly in front of her brother's rabid stare. A look that makes me laugh so much."Anyway, let's focus our attention on what's important. On Cruela of...""My stepmother" Esteban interrupts me so I don't say what bothers him so much. He ignores my smile and continues "Does anyone have any ideas?" I nod raising my hand.Which makes me uncomfortable and I lower it right away.We find ourselves gathered on the soccer field, in the southwest bleachers so as not to be disturbed. However, seeing that all of us except Esteban are sitting in the bleachers makes me feel like I'm in the classroom.It makes me feel like I am in the classroom where Esteban is the teacher who is owed respect. I laugh at my own thought and get up from the bleachers I hadn't realized I was sitting on.No one else has any ideas, although Esteban insists on ignoring my getting up to expose mine.'Stupi
The next day.Aninka and I find ourselves leaving the school. She walks beside me entwining my left arm with hers.She is so excited it's pouring out of her pores. Many times I had come up with a thousand ways to get out of this arranged marriage, but nothing I did worked."I'm counting down the minutes until I can take action" she smiles "With your great idea, not only will I be able to get out of that failed marriage, but I'll be able to too" she says and then jumps up and down in front of me. I'll act like a spy," he says and then jumps in front of me.Ah, those were spy moves.I cover my face in embarrassment as I notice how the exiting students stare at us in amusement. It's an embarrassment what I'm going through.I pull Aninka, to prevent her from continuing with her madness. But I don't even take two steps with her when someone pulls hard on my free arm."What the...!" I leave the word in the air when I see who was the person who pulls me "And now what do you want Daniel?" I a