Chapter 11 - Nothing is so bad that it cannot get worse III

When I turned eighteen, I was still being monitored by social workers and they followed me for a long time! My life was as monotonous as a calm sea, I was even finding it strange because it wasn't always like that, it was almost time to go to school when I came across the juvenile agent at my door talking to my mother (it was taking a while for them to show up...) in addition to asking the same questions as always ugh when one of them was talking to his colleague: the girl is fine and you can see it! She's in uniform which means she's going to school, she's in good shape and she's chubby!!!! He called me fat, seriously, those were the words I heard without believing it. They closed my monitoring, thank God, right? I left it for another day as a teenager in high school, a few months ago I had made a notebook of questions that I didn't ask anymore, making it clear who the mania of the nineties is, lol. And I had already forgotten because he had never come back to me, it was a surprise that the same day he came back and he was completely fulfilled, my God, he even walked around the teachers' lounge and he walked around, I thought he would end up with suspension and the possibility of expulsion. But when I was leafing through the pages I saw in a space that I had left with the phrase, I left a message from your heart to me and there were all kinds of beautiful messages I was touched because the teachers thought it was great and then the response and I discovered my first crush, it's a shame that he had already left school, in fact it was a pleasant surprise because he made my life hell at school. I met so many people during high school, it was really good. I turned eighteen and everything seemed new because unlike my sisters I was practically stuck at home while they went out everywhere I stayed at home, as a birthday present Anne pierced my belly button man I loved it but I can't say the same about my mother because she said she would take the knife out when I fell asleep. Think about it, I didn't even sleep all night, ready to jump out of bed lol, so I met new people and started going out, I was already working and had finished studying, my mother complained but I let it go, there were parties, clubs, raves and all kinds of luck. There were parties, including the ones the military threw, as the tickets say, they were great. I lost my virginity, do you remember who went? I wasn't so drunk that I don't remember, I just made sure to put on a condom because my friends always told me not to forget, my mother didn't tell me that so I had to talk to the ones who called themselves friends and one of the pieces of advice was stupid because I remember now Your first time isn't important, my friend, and after that, what's the point? What's the point? If they tell you that, don't go through with it because it's going to be a bad experience. One day I decided to go to a rave party, dancing like crazy and drinking a lot, when at the end of the rave there was a van taking me to another rave, I literally spent two days without even getting home because I didn't take my cell phone to the party for fear of losing it. When I got home my mother and grandmother were working together, a rare thing to see, I was scared, my mother talked a lot and I was mentally affected, it could only be even more so, I mentioned that my friends had invited me to share an apartment, I took my niece and bought bread and everything else for breakfast. When I came back from the bakery, my bags were already packed outside the house while my mother finished with the words if you want to leave the house, leave now, I fell into a dark hole in my consciousness, any effect of drugs or alcohol wore off in an instant.