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Christmas lights. Cold white. Warm crimson. I
can feel the tears running down my face. Such a difficult change, such a
difficult step. It’s high time to open my mind to new experiences. Who do I
want to fool? It isn’t a children’s game anymore. It’s time to focus, to start
making decisions. But, hey, life is not that hard. Change your mind! It’s gonna
be great. People now treat me like an adult sometimes. They work at “I won’t
agree with you ever” Co. aaah, adults!
What are adults thinking of? This has its
positive side. I feel I can do whatever I want. Not so fast, my friend. Two
giants are watching over you; they don’t seem very happy. Interchanging notes
in class, teachers punishing us, we only separate from each other at night. There’s
no other way. I need to accept and assume that it will be part of me during a
great time of my life, as the rest of us did at their time. Shock. Sign of
growing up. Is that all? She needs to know. Muuum! Okay, that’s not all. I
don’t think anything can be sicker. So disgusting…, good for you that don’t have
to suffer it.
I feel good. It’s not that hard, as long as I
am with her. She makes the afternoons lighter. I see myself in herself. We are
more than friends, we are sisters. It is cold but we don’t mind. We have
fireplaces instead of hearts. It smells like shared experiences, like something
familiar, like trust. My favorite food ever. Aaah the good times. Thanks to
her, I can perceive the essence of friendship. I’m free. Let’s sweeten the
afternoon. And then a walk. It seems like routine but it’s heaven. But now:
what was my favorite day turns to be the
most boring day ever.
