THE PECULIAR ISLAND

The first impression is the one that lasts

My life until two months ago was a fairly healthy routine. I had my job, paid my bills, went out with my friends, and despite missing my parents immensely, I kept going and didn't let it get me down.

Everything changed two months ago, when I was leaving home for work on my bike, on a day that seemed to be the same as every day I go to work, taking the same route as I do every day, a routine I've been following for over two years. I was cycling when a black car deliberately ran over a huge puddle of muddy water and showered me with dirty water. I was soaked from head to toe and had no other option but to go home and take another shower, only this time with clean water.

I arrived very late at the accounting office and tried to explain, but my boss didn't even want to hear it. He immediately fired me. I left the accounting office, huffing and puffing with anger at my boss's lack of understanding and outraged by the injustice. To make my day worse, when I was riding my bike back home, I saw a black car parked in front of my friend José's coffee shop. Since I was already red-eyed, I didn't think twice. I went over to the car, which had tinted windows, and tried to see through the window if there was anyone inside. I pressed my face against the window. The tint was very dark and I couldn't see anything inside. However, something told me that there was someone watching me. When I turned around, I saw a man in a suit who seemed to be the driver of the car. I went over to get an explanation. When I got there, the driver was at the counter waiting for José to pack up what he had ordered.

"Look here, you idiot, jerk, and imbecile. I lost my job because of you." __I was already accusing the driver.

"I don't know what you're talking about, young lady." __The driver defended himself and went straight to pick up his order and leave.

"You coward, you don't know!" __I started cursing and getting closer to the driver, who started to dodge me__ I'm the girl on the bike that you threw flood water at, you idiot.__ When I got closer, the driver pushed me, I lost my head and slapped him.

__Stop you crazy woman! __ he cursed me and tried to dodge my slaps. __ I don't even know you.

If it hadn't been for my friend José coming out from behind the counter and holding me back, he would have been beaten even more. I only discovered that I had hit the wrong person when I saw the driver get in the passenger side and the car start up right away. As I suspected, there was someone in the car and that person was the one behind the wheel.

When I asked José if he knew who the car belonged to, he told me that it belonged to Natanael Gasparini, the owner of Ilha Sombria, and that he was definitely the one driving. Which led me to believe that he was the one who had given me the shower.

I was furious, almost suffocating with rage, and I wanted to tell everyone what had happened and so as not to have to tell them one by one, I decided to create the Facebook page "If you don't want to be talked about, don't make a fuss" and tell everyone at once. The page was so successful that I decided to keep it, and it was through it that I got another job in less than a week, at a printing company where I made new friends.

I started using the page to publicize the events of Ilha dos Mestiços and whenever I hear about something new and controversial, I post it on the page. Until now, I had never had any problems with my posts, but this mysterious member took advantage of my friend Boni's innocent question to make my day difficult and insisted on knowing the answer. I had no choice but to say yes, but of course I lied. I'm not crazy enough to go to hell on my own.

Because of this intruder in the group, I ended up regretting having posted the text. May it serve as a lesson for my future posts. Although I think I have nothing to fear, in truth, I don't know why I'm worried. I'll never be invited, and if I were, I would refuse.