I would like to change one thing in my life, the day I met him, for a few months it was the best thing that had ever happened to me, now if it weren't for him now I wouldn't be on this hospital bed.I remember, I was on my cashier shift at the skateboard shop, it was 5pm and I was pretty tired already, being so nice all the damn time with those wayward kids is so disgusting but I have to make a living no matter what.
- Welcome to Skate-Er where smiles come and your hopes fly- I've spent a whole year repeating that damn phrase again with the fakest smile you could.
- Andrew, do me the favor of taking this to the store- called my boss, he thought he was as important as if the whole world revolved around him, I like him and I don't like him.
- Ban, Ban, I'm going to see the skateboards- I heard from the boy who attended, out of the corner of my eye I could see the very well dressed man who accompanies the boy, I hope he's not a debtor, hopefully I have for rent and well I don't have a history either not very good looking.
I didn't take the man very seriously so I continued with my work, reluctantly, but the money I live with is made and it makes me happy, of course with a lot of sarcasm, I was in that store for about an hour, it was getting later still, although there was honestly not much daylight left, the sky began to change to a more orange tone, it relaxed me so much to see the sunset for a while while I smoked, I felt that I calmed down from my sorrows, every afternoon at home I sat down to watch the sunset smoking or drinking, I don't have many friends so I didn't go out so much just for work and home, all that was my damn life for the last few years
.- You looked very happy in the store, now you seem to hate the whole world, stop smoking and get a smile- I looked at my side, it was the same well-uniformed man from the store with a smiling face that made me a little disgusted.
- do not get involved in matters that are not yours, listen to me well, what happens in that store and what happens to me you should not give a damn, your smile disgusts me- I approached him pointing his smile with my finger to later throw the cigarette on the ground and step on it- and please stop smiling seriously you look disgusting- without changing my bad face I went on my way to the store hitting his leg with a kick "accidentally".
- Andrew, I was waiting for you, has your shift finished? Camille is waiting for us
.-Take me home anyway, I don't care what happens- I expressed tired.
In my close circle there are only two people one of them is Mick and Camille, my two best friends, with them I live in a small apartment, after graduating from university we say we will move together to help us with the costs; Camille went on to study for a master's degree while Mick works making drinks at nightclubs, the three of us are so different and so alike at the same time. Mick always... most of the time... once in a while he picked me up from work, it was a bit far away so it was my best option
- You know what's weird? Mick- ask entering the house
- your bitter face together with those tattoos and your orange streak that don't fit together
- that's not idiot, moments before you will arrive a boy came in where I smoke, a boy in a suit and everything to buy a skateboard, it doesn't add up, something in that man is not right I'm more than sure, the vibe he gave me as soon as I entered the place gave me chills
- Don't come to me with your obsession with the uniformed men, he just wanted to give himself a separate treat that is strange, look how you dress and love the tranquility that my friend is strange.
- first of all I don't have a damn obsession, second, it's not that, it's how I feel like I've seen him before he doesn't look like someone from a normal office, that man keeps a very strange secret- I sat on the sofa looking directly at a magazine about uniforms and suits that I had, shortly after I started reading it looking for clues about that man also to see one thing or another that interested me
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Teen FictionI refused to love you because I believed that you would hurt me, when I convinced myself that I was wrong to see how beautiful you were, you stabbed me in the back when I loved you the most (La version en español está en cortos bl)