Winds of change.

The winds of change.

After Roguer didn't happened anything that is worth it. Half of 2014 goes with nothing new, then, things started to change. 

(Here's where actually starts the story)

I was in my vacations, having a great time, sleeping all day, reading all night. But then summer was going, welcoming the autumn. And we didn't have a school for going in.

While summer and before it happened a lot of changes in my life. My mom, the single woman for like six years, get married. Bruce wasn't a bad guy, he was just a bit... Irritating. In his fantasy world he was the only human being that was right, for him, even God was under him, becose for him God doesn't exist. He's atheist, of everything. The devil, ghosts, demons, angels, miracles, if you can't see it for him it's not there. But with time and patience, I get used to it. 

I was always used to be the 'Mommy's little girl', even when I was fourteen I was still a baby for her, but then my mom get pregnant. She told Lexy and me when we were about to go to a marathon. I was nine month with my mom in house, taking care of her, she was having trouble with her pregnancy, her blood clotted in the legs and if she walked mush it would get swollen.

 Then came the day, I was going to be a big sister, sister of Leila Roman Guillermet. I was pretty excited about it, silly Marina. When my little sister was born the mommy's little girl became nothing, I was already nothing, but that was the moment when I realise it. And then I realized that my mom ignored me.

She never said it, I just noticed it. I notice we only talk about my sister and that I have only hugged her -I mean, a real hug, not a hello one- one time, when she told me my dad died. There was some conversations I listened from far, where she always say that I never help her and that she don't know what to do for making me lose weight. One day mom's best friend tell her that I care about her more than Lexy and that I love her more, I knew that, and it makes me happy that somebody was brave enough to say that in her face. Anyway, things didn't change, she was still fakeing with me, acting like she cares, but never listening to what I have to say.

Well, before Leila was born my grandpa, Augusto, mom's father, get sick. The left part of his body was paralyzed. All the family helped him, I have never being really close to him, he always says the church brothers he love them, but he have ever say that to me. So he couldn't drive us home from school, my school was far far away from my house. Bruce couldn't drive us, or mom, becose both would have being working in that time. My mom takes us from our whole lifetime school to a big khaki hell.

There is where my one year journey in Mr. Logue begins.

First of all, it was the first time in my life I walked to school. Because my school was far away we always go in a car. My first day walking was awesome, I love the morning, and walking in the morning was really wonderful. But then we get there, the enemy, the dark place. In that moment was the first time I went inside there. It was, like I said, really khaki; The walls, floor, classrooms, uniform, every little piece of that building was full of khaki. The first thing I noticed was that it was small, claustrophobically small, and was full of people, a bunch of Khaki little chest up and down through the finit building. I go to where was supposed to be my classroom. There was a girl in front of the door, she looked a bit lame for being honest. Her uniform was too small for her and her oily hair was tighted into a tail pressing her neck, she had little teddy cat in her hands, and was talking to it or maybe with it, don't wanna know. She was the only person around, the other ones didn't seemed to be my kind of person. 

I screamed inside my head:

'You have to make friends, come on, do it!'