6

At last home sweet home.

I threw my backpack away and lay back on my comfortable sofa which was padded and rocked.

The house was quiet, Mom and Dad were on a business trip so they left me to live with my aunt… who I don't know where she is.

-Aunt?! I yelled at her as she rocked me on the couch. A moment passed but he did not respond. - Aunt Where are you? -I got up and went to her room when she suddenly comes out with a mask scaring me. "What are you doing?" I yelled at him angrily.

She took off her mask while she laughed out loud.

"You would have seen your face," she said as she masked the mask. –It was like “Kya who does this here”

-Of course she does “This” –I pointed her finger at her - “Here” –I did it with contempt.

She changed her smile to a grimace.

-Don't be insolent with your aunt. She - she hit me with her mask while she laughed.

-You look for it.

-Did you like the mask? She –she said as she entered her room. I followed her.

-Like… like me yes, but why did you buy one if you already have your own face -I laughed, she turned around and looked at me "ugly" then she turned her eyes to her closet.

-I bought it for the party that that friend of yours is having.

-Julia's party?

"That same one." She was turning her closet from one side to the other. –Your mother told me that she was not going to make it and she wants me to accompany you.

- Have you been dressed like that? I took the mask and put it close to her face.

-What do not you like?

-I like it, so I can be the snow white and you the bad witch who gives me the apple.

-But the witch was beautiful, remember? He winked at me pulling out a long black dress.

-How cute -I took it and she was soft, she had a lot of ruffles which made it look much prettier.

-See, I'm going to go with this one. Do you want me to show you the whole thing?

-Well, I want to see how you're going to take me tomorrow. I don't want to arrive with the “Witch in white nines” –I said laughing, rocking the mask.

"Come on over there." I snatch it and push myself out of the room, I stopped before I closed it.

-Hey, remember that the witch eventually gets old and dies -I smiled at her and she pushed me hard, finally throwing me out of the room.

- Bitter! She yelled at me.

-Witch! –I told him in the tone of an old woman.

I sat on the sofa and turned on the television, they were showing "The vampire diaries" it was incredible how the girl even knowing that her partner was a vampire and that her brother was looking for a crazy woman, she still loved him.

Love is blind, how lucky that my eyes are open.

And so the hours went by until little by little I started to get sleepy, I left the television on while I slowly messed up on the sofa relaxing until I fell asleep; Too bad I dreamed of vampires (it was to be expected) but I didn't expect Max to mysteriously appear as the protagonist's “boyfriend”, and for the record that the protagonist was me.

In the dream it happened that I discovered everything but instead of the original series I took hate instead of love ... and I ended up killing it ...

I felt like I was laughing in the dream when I saw him dead, but the joy was short-lived since my aunt woke me up.

"Hey, you're laughing in your sleep, how macabre," she exclaimed, making a scared face.

-Why do you just show up when I enjoy the most? I sat up angrily and rubbed my eyes.

-Oh what character, better not even she asked you what you dreamed of.

-I wouldn't tell you because I want it to come true. "I huffed, got up and went to take a shower."

***

When I got out of the shower I had to set the table since my aunt was busy "working" on her room, that job was lying on the bed next to Michí (my cat).

Even the cat has a better time than me.

I reluctantly set the table, leaving all the silverware close by and my aunt at the other end.

"It's ready," she said as she sat me down and took the thermos to put the water on.

She left the room leaving the cat on the floor, she glared at me when she saw her bowl on the other side of the table (The one that was not next to me). She came over, took the bowl from her, and sat next to me.

-And that counts your day - she took the thermos and put hot water with a tea.

-Well, the usual, I lost your book, I recovered it, I fell from a tree, I gutted a stuffed animal and I have to plant a tree. I said normally, taking a sip of coffee.

-What did you lose what? –She said excitedly, dropping her spoon.

I put my cup down on the table and looked at her.

-So that's your diary. –Make a smile making her nervous.

-Yes because?

-Who is that boy that you talked so much about but didn't name.

She got more nervous and blushed slightly, but she immediately changed the subject.

-Hey, what's that about you gutting a stuffed animal?

She is trying to ignore him… well this is a good time to tell him about the punishment.

- I gutted the director.

She looked at me scared.

-How did you gut the director? She -she moved in the chair and took me by the shoulders so that I was staring at her. –More importantly, what did you do with the guts?

And I am the macabre.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my backpack (which was hanging next to the chair) and pulled out the Little plush that was left, I passed it to her hands, she looked doubtful as to what joke it was.

-There are the guts -I smiled at her making her make a face. "I told you it was a stuffed animal."

-The director is this? She –she said lifting the plush.

"A part of him." I lifted my shoulders and made him drop my shoulders so I could settle into the chair.

-I always knew that the director was someone strange, no wonder he never went out to see the students.

-It's true that you also went to my school.

-No, you go to my school - she formed a smile and took her cup to sip some tea.

-Is the same.

-And that of punishment.

-I have to plant a tree because because of a boy I broke a branch.

-Were you spying on him?

-No, I was running away.

- Escaping from what?

-Ag, it's all your diary's fault, it's cursed. I took the book out of my backpack and handed it to him. –I don't want to have it anymore.

She glanced at it but she didn't take it.

-Now it's yours. She –she said disinterestedly looking at her cup.

-Own?

-Now it's your turn to write on the missing pages.

-And what am I going to write about?

-From your loves ... friends ...

-I have neither one nor the other.

-But they will arrive.

-Now you sound like Julia.

-Well, Julia is wise.

-You just eat.

So we continued arguing until nightfall, I had to clear the table as she again ran away and locked herself in her room.

One of these days I'll run away first.

When I finished I went to my room (which was not so neat) and relaxed… I glanced at the newspaper… and my question was still in force. Who is that guy? My aunt is not very in love and I still do not believe it ... well anyway ... I WILL NOT WRITE.