Back To School.

Pov. izzy

Sometimes I get caught thinking about how there is always a moment in our life when we wonder.

What is the meaning of life ?

What am I doing ?

Why don't I feel alive at times ?

I have these episodes all the time, because sometimes I feel as if I am not living what I should live, as if this is not my life, as if something is missing. Something unexpected, something that my soul longs for, but I can't figure out what it is. Being sure that I aman idiot, I wake up and call my brother's attention, who soon stopped eating.

- Won't you finish your coffee ? - question and I look at my bowl still full of cereal and then turn my attention to my brother.

- No, you can eat. - I answer and he smiles shaking his head.

- Always skipping the most important meal of the day. - says pulling my bowl to him. - You know we need breakfast to stand up until lunch, right ? - questions and I nod quickly .

- Yes, I know that very well. - I say and he opens his mouth to speak, but I'm faster. - need not start with those your analogies about food. - complete and he laughs raising his arms as a nod of surrender.

- O kay, but you'll get your backpack right away while I finish this here. - he says and I sign out of the kitchen so he doesn't have time to drop any pearls. ( Dropping pearls in Brazil is like "talking nonsense or funny things. )

God forbid I have to deal with the analogies of Nick poking into my head at this time in the morning.

My brother is an angel, but he could be a fallen angel.

Like, he fell and hit his head and got his brains out and became goofy.

Or maybe he's goofy by nature.

I shake my head to scare off these stupid thoughts, I'm looking like Nick when he starts arguing with himself. Smile remembering my brother arguing with the son of one of our neighbors just because he said vampires never existed. Surely jhonny will never again question anything my dear brother says.

Especially when it's stories about supernatural beings.

Poor jhonny.

I enter my room and I see my backpack thrown over the bed, I take it and I notice my window open, I go to it and close it, but soon I have a question, I had closed it before going down to have coffee, so how... No, I must have been confused, I must have forgotten to close and now I think I closed because I hadn't closed, this is a very common feeling at times, to think I did something without having done it. I ignore my confused thoughts and leave the room, go down the stairs and when I get to the tip, I see Nick with his backpack on his back taking the car keys in the door keys next to the door. He opens the door and leaves leaving it open, I walk silently behind him, my brother has a strange mania, he always knows when I'm close or when I'm coming, this is very strange, my parents also had this strange mania. When I arrived at the door they were already opening for me, this scared me a little, they never explained how they knew, they just said it was the intuition of parents, but apparently it has this kind of intuition for brother too, because Nick inherited this strange gift from them.

- Ready to go back to school hell ? - he asks by opening the car door and I refuse with a face.

- No, but I know that at least I will see you in the interval and that comforts my suffering heart. - I answer by placing my hand on the left chest and making him smile.

- Your humor captivates me dear sister, your words entered my heart and they will not leave here. - he says and I show him the middle finger.

- Goofy. - mocks getting into the car and he laughs.

- Elsa tenebrous queen of the ice. - mocks back making me laugh.

- Ana little princess of the pure heart. - I say and he makes a face.

- I am not so pure. - it says with a malicious tone and I feel like vomiting.

- Disgusting, you reminded me of bacon's Hannah, that girl almost did an endoscopy on you with her tongue. - I say and he laughs on the car. - I don't laugh, I still can't face her and look that it was seven years ago. - complete making him laugh even more.

- I think we made you hate kisses for a long time. - says trying to stop laughing and I nod.

I looked at him who was driving trying to hold his laugh, his face was red and his lips trembled, I couldn't stand it and laughed making him do the same. We keep laughing and talking about how Hannah would be now and whether she is still obsessed with bacon. After all she ate bacon practically twenty-four hours a day, on any occasion the girl was with a pot with Fried bacon and eating, which was quite funny, because she was very cute. I look at Nick and see how much my brother has changed, before he was a twelve year old boy magricelo and full of freckles, but now my brother was a twenty year old man, healed, the freckles disappeared and he was in his second year of archeology college. This made me think that soon I will be in college, attending whatever it is, with almost twenty years, but it will be outside this city.

Sunset warrior has already given it to me.

I need to breathe new air.

I take a breath down when my brother stops the car and looks at me seriously, I look at him and I smile weakly and then I open the car door.

- See you at lunch even if you no longer have lunch with your brother, good class. - he says and I sign closing the door. - Aaah, see if it doesn't hurt anyone. - complete and then leave slowly with the car towards the other building.

Small town is like that, sometimes college and school are combined, which is good, but can also be boring, after all every coin has two sides. I walk in silence towards the entrance seeing several people who have nothing to do focus their attention on me as if I were the attraction of the school. I feel irritated to notice the painful looks of some and hasten my steps. As soon as I enter the building I practically run towards the cupboards, I look towards where mine is and from a distance I can see a rose stuck in it, as soon as I stop in front of the cupboard pulled the rose that was stuck by the stem that was clamped in the cracks. I look at the rose and then I open my closet and a ticket falls on the floor, I quickly pick it up imagining that whoever left the rose shoved the ticket in there so that no one could read it before me. I look at the black paper and see beautiful golden letters decorating the paper.

* On ticket

Sometimes to lose is to win, because to get to paradise, we first have to go through hell.

No matter how long the walk, if there is someone who can surpass all standards, that someone is you. Do not let yourself be overwhelmed, there is a place in the world for the brave, but for the cowards there is only loneliness, misery and shame.

My sincere condolences and greetings, miss ballard.

Ps: don't try to find out who sent this to you, you won't be able to reach me unless I want it.

MC.

Off ticket *

MC ?

Marry Clary ?

Mark Cherry ?

Mc Donald's ?

Who sent this ?

I looked around for some clue, but the hallway was empty which was very rare, I put the ticket in my bag and put the rose in the closet, took the history class book that would be my first class of the day and then walked into the room on the second floor. As soon as I arrive I am lucky enough to get into the empty room, I sit in the place that used to be mine regardless of whether now someone else sat here. It doesn't take long for the room to be full when the teacher enters with his suitcase.

Gregory yakuto.

Professor of history and literature.

A foot in the eye who thinks he's better than everyone else.

- Good morning class, open your books on page two hundred and forty. - write the page number in the box.

I put on the page he asked for and wait for the next step as he looked at something in his briefcase. I feel bored seeing the old bald man in his usual lost giant glasses probably looking for the leaves with the marked lessons he must have drawn.

- Excuse me, class. - a voice on the door calls everyone's attention, including that of Mr. Yakuto.

- You can enter director Jackson. - says the teacher leaving the folder aside.

- It won't be necessary, I just came with the new student. - he says calling someone with his hand and to my surprise it was none other than the girl from the cemetery.

The tomb supervisor.

She called me rude.

She walks into the room with a black backpack on her back, she was wearing black jeans torn at the knees, heeled boots, but it wasn't a very high heel, a gray sweatshirt with frayed hem and hood, a black leather jacket over it completed her look and her hair was down.

- I will leave you with professor Yakuto, until more classes. - says the director leaving.

- would you like to introduce yourself miss? - he questions the teacher all nice, but the girl doesn't even look at him.

- No. - answers briefly facing everyone in the room and when your eyes find mine they shine in pure fun...

- You need to say at least your name miss. - says the teacher trying to sound kind.

- Okay, maybe I should be educated. - she says and I feel a slight hint of sarcasm in the last part.

It was for me.

And kind of obvious.

- Feel free then. - says the teacher sitting at the end of his desk.

- My name is Valentina, you just need to know one thing about me. Do not mess with me that everything will remain normal and unfunny in your life. - she says crossing his arms and everyone in the room looks at the surprised girl, except me, still focused on sarcasm.

- Good... What a different presentation, you sit there with... - the teacher pauses looking around until his eyes focus on me and the empty chair next to me. - miss, Lavely Ballard. - complete pointing at me and I notice a corner smile form on the face of the girl who walks calmly to my table.

Without saying anything, she sits next to me and puts her backpack on the table. I avoid looking at her and focus my attention on the teacher in front, but I feel her eyes on me at times, which makes me uncomfortable. I decide to ignore this, but his restrained laughter catches my attention.

- What was it ? - I ask and she looks at me.

- Nothing. - answers looking forward.

- If you were holding the laugh, then something caught your attention. - I say and she doesn't even look at me.

Our lady.

What a vacuum.

We were silent while the teacher spoke, but my brain insisted on making me think about why she was holding her laughter.

Am I a clown ?

Do you have the name "circus owner or arena clown" tattooed on my forehead ?

I see Mr. Yakuto fill the board with notes on the subjects to be studied this semester, the girl next to me did not turn her eyes in my direction any more, in fact I kept looking this time, she was serious, her light blue eyes were focused is that beautiful eyes. There is no one here in the city with this tone of color, his chin marked by a confused dimple that was half divided, his lips pink and fleshy, his makeup light, but marked in the region of the eyes.

She doesn't like strong makeup.

That's obvious.

Turn my eyes away from her face quickly as she looks to the side catching me on the busted.

- So far you are eavesdropper and analyser. - she says and I look at her.

- Eyes were made to look, you know ? - I question and she denies with her head.

- I will enroll you in some fundamental classes for you to learn at least the basic concept of what it is to be educated. - answers and even being an answer I felt like smiling, but I didn't.

- Enjoy and write you together, so let's be two mares kicking around. - I say and she makes a face and then smiles without showing her teeth.

- I'm going to think about whether it's worth it just to exchange neighs and horseshoes with a mare as tough as you. - she says and then gets up to collect his things. - See you soon, miss Lavely. - complete at the moment the signal rings and then leaves the room.

Okay.

She is good at exchanging barbs.

I smile collecting my things and get up ready to face my next class, which would be mathematics.

Great.

I'm officially back at school.

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