When I caught sight of my reflection in the window of the neighborhood church, where everyone knew everyone else, after I'd beaten the crap out of a boy named Justin, a weight fell on my shoulders.
There was no point in going back home. I was no longer the Christian boy who thought his life was over if he disobeyed the old pope. I was never going to be again. The first years of high school were very nice,
especially if you were in a neighborhood where everyone knew everyone, someone from school would always say hello and ask how everyone was at home.I took the umbrella out of the bag to avoid getting wet from the rain.
It was getting cold and calling a taxi seemed like the best idea.
When I got in the taxi, the driver of course asked me where I was going, which was difficult to answer, so I told him where I wanted to go rather than where I needed to go.Rinoria.
It was one of the most beautiful towns in the region that I knew since I was a child, just a few kilometers from here.I opened the window.
It was the first time everything was looking so bright to me after that argument.
