fast and painful like a meteorite

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My name is Aria Lobbelman, I'm 15 and sadly for me now, and until I'm old enough to leave home and live in whatever state, country or even city I want, I have to live in a small town unknown to the world in between to nothing, probably put there by mistake.

There are about 500 inhabitants, and they all know each other, but in the past it was much nicer than it is now.

Some time ago there were many more trees, all of a green that transmitted joy, the beach was very nice even if small, but mainly the kids went and still go to the pool next door.

The lake, too, had a splendid color, it wasn't very transparent, but when the sun set on it it seemed to sparkle, and in the evening, when you sat on a bench and looked at the horizon, you could see many different colors, from red to lilac, from lilac to orange and you fell in love looking at it.

At the time there were fewer houses, on the streets everyone greeted each other in a friendly way, and when there were festivities, in which I personally participated too since I went to my grandfather's at Christmas, they were all full of joy, you could even feel air even just putting the tip of the nose just at the door of the slightly open door.

The houses were decorated a lot, all different from each other but still charming individually and as a whole.

When I was there for the holidays, I remember that on Christmas day, in the central square, everyone would gather together to exchange gifts and have a big breakfast full of chocolate and various things.

And even when it was summer, even if we stayed indoors a lot due to the heat, when we went out for a walk with the family in the evening, we met someone and, as always, greeted each other in a friendly way.

Today however everything is different, the lake has almost dried up completely from the heat and lack of rain, moreover, what little remains is full of rubbish, which in my opinion is very disgusting to do, you should be really heartless.

Many trees have been cut down to build new houses, many of which are still empty because they are not used, on the contrary, I really believe that they will not be used because few come to live here, indeed no one other than my family.

Many of the boys have discovered the art of stealing and enjoy doing it, in short, the boys have gotten worse.

Partly because of this, the inhabitants have become very distrustful, not as friendly and caring as they once were.

After the scoop of the discovery of the Borton family's illegal actions, everyone has started to be even more wary than before with anyone, whether it's new and unknown or even your best friend or even a neighbor.

Anyway today my first week of school started, for many of my classmates school is a useless thing and it will never help you in life, in my opinion it is a very useful thing, of course you may like it or not, I don't either it makes you jump for joy, but it serves in life and always will.

The classroom is all blue from the floor to the middle, then it's painted white, although there are several holes and parts damaged by moving the desks, also damaged by use and rubber stuck underneath.

In addition they put our class in the basement, because we were one class too many, two windows out of three are also blocked; these are framed by a plate that was once white but colored black by the pupils.

In addition, they put bars outside us as if we were in prison, for stupid kids who enjoyed escaping through the window when there was another class doing motor skills.

The only air vent other than this window is the door, also broken, it doesn't close and this helps us for the summer, but when the English teacher arrives, always pissed off at someone, she slams it and we have to call the janitors who manage to make us breathe again after half an hour.

I still don't know anyone in class, apart from a few faces I saw some time ago on holiday as a grandfather, but of which only a vague image remains; but with time, however, I will learn to know them better.

I have a vague idea about their character, I have who I like best and who least, but I have yet to find out, however, as my grandfather says "never judge a book by its cover".

Well, now that you know enough about my totally disastrous life, I could start telling you about the real catastrophes that will happen next. 

Clue? I wouldn't even know what to tell you, because thousands will happen, I can only tell you good luck, even if it's me who has to survive...