Brave Fools

                                                                                                                                               PREFACE

       

 

     Life is full of surprises, one never knows what may lie ahead. We must believe in ourselves and try to overcome the obstacles that are causing us to give up without even trying before. Besides all the problems that me and my friends went through, the hardest occurred during teenage. The doubts, the fears, who had not? But adolescence also has its good side, because we were very happy, we liked to go out, to talk about various subjects, and there are also those who say that we can be called "z generation: those who came by downloading and unborn," perhaps because we are quick to understand some things and accept them too. And after all that happened, I began to realize that it may even make sense to some, but at first no one could understand anything. The fates of my friends and I was done, but we could change it. It was only a matter of time before the city changed completely with all the events, and how people's curiosity never ends we can deduce that our privacy is never safe, moreover, there is privacy? But let's start where my story begins to make more problems, and maybe even some answers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PRE-CHAPTERS                                                     Part 01

 

                                                                  01 Masks

[Josh Vallet]

   People's lives begins to change from when the problems start to appear and doubt, because it is time to start thinking to solve all that.

      Returning from school, I was walking through the city streets, sometimes dark and sometimes light, depended on how the clouds are positioned in the sky, the street that I was not very strange, there were many people walking from one side to another , a small grocery store on the corner turning left, a clothing store, with many people in front, but as I was not interested in knowing what was going on there kept walking, was when my cell phone rang. I answered, my father was talking I was to be home ASAP because my cousins had arrived and he wanted me to meet them, since they lived in New York and never came to visit us. The more I walked to get home seemed would never come, that day was different from others going too slowly, or was just daydreams of a teen who would soon come across people who would change the course of his life.

    Arriving home I rang the bell by the door was locked and the key that my father left under the carpet in the entrance door was not there. When I saw the doorknob turning I started to get nervous, but the reason was not questionable. The door opens, my mouth gets dry, and a person appears. It was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, when she opened the door for the full rays of the sun now beating directly on your face, and I can see all its features in detail. Insecurity in performing the dumbest question that a human being can do to another account taken of me, I tried to speak but could not, my thoughts were elsewhere. I do not know how long I stopped to catch a glimpse of the unsurpassed beauty of it, but I know that something there was starting to build up. Then she said: