𝟟𝟚 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕣𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

Day 1

Aaron Davis, that's my name, even if I don't want to be.

My parents got divorced because of him, that unfortunate name.

Childish, right? Yes I agree.

I don't take life seriously, well, as at least I should, it's selfish and boring, I don't really like it.

I'm 19, which sucks, because you're already at the end, the very end, of the cool parts of life, well for me at least.

I was going to my job, I work in Lol's party room.

I walk to the bus stop and sit down, resting my head on the bus stop's iron bar.

I turn on my cell phone and put on the song Starboy by Weenked, my favorite solo singer.

I see a girl approaching, she had short, curly hair, brown eyes, a brown complexion, and was 1.50 tall at most, that's it for sure.

She sits next to me and says:

— Has bus 303 passed yet? -I look at her, and shake my head.

She smile.

There was silence between us.

She turned around and said again.

—What's your name?-She turns to me after the question.

I don't answer, because I don't divert the satisfaction from her, I think.

The bus arrives so the girl and I get on.

I felt it in the fourth row in the second seat by the window.

She points to my side and asks

- Can I sit here? -Nod your head positively.

She feels.

I look at her, I had seen those brown eyes somewhere...

Decide to take a risk and ask

- What is your name? - She smiles... aa... I've seen that smile somewhere before

She turns and speaks

— A... so you know how to speak?, interesting. -She mocks.

I roll my eyes.

— Just say your name, that's all.

We remained silent for a few moments.

— Celine-She speaks, cutting the silence-Celine Williams.

My eyes widen, could it be the same Celine?

–Céline? from Colégio Abigail Fontes? - I exclaim

She has a long smile on her face

—Aaron?- she asks-Aaron from seventh year?

We both laughed

— Oh my god, how long!!

— I just felt that this little girl with the irritating voice, who asks a flurry of questions, was not unknown - she pats me.

Celine and I studied together in seventh grade, we were... friends... I think, I liked her, I liked her a lot, but she had to leave the city, so I never saw a trace of Celine Williams again.

The bus stopped in front of the salon, I got off, and so did Celine.

I laughed

— Will you follow me now?

She laughs mockingly.

— I'm going to start working here!

I take off the other side of my phone and laugh loudly.

— Along with me, I work here too

She laughs

— You were happy, weren't you? -She makes fun of me

- No!! - I speak seriously and negatively

– Oh, I know. -She nudges me, puts her hands next to her mouth and whispers-And do you know that I have the power to win people over?

She smile