Bridges || Manu Rios

Chapter 1

Here i am at the balcony, sitting on a rusty metal chair that my grandma owns. Yeah, i'm living with my grandma since my parents died. But before telling you really personal infomations,

My name is Manuel Rìos Fernández, i'm 17 and my parents are Julián and Manoli Fernández but they're not around anymore. I have a brother but he's gone off somewhere because of college.

My brother- Josemy, sent me to our beloved grandparents so I won't have to live in our old house all alone while he's gone. I liked the idea so I just went on with it. My grandparents live in an apartment complex just around the corner, it's not that far. But i won't be too specific on how it's far or near, because you're gonna be bored about that.

So right now i'm sitting on an old rusty metal chair reading my favorite book. I'm trying real hard to not move around too much so I won't get stains on my denim jeans.

I sigh as I stood up from the chair and set the book down, I lean on the pasimáno and admire the view, Buildings mixing with the fog, It's weird but i like it. We're on the sixth floor by the way, yeah, felt like i just needed to add that info.

So I was just admiring the view- you know... Just watching the cars drive by and stuff. then a sound of a car door being slammed shut interrupted my momentum.

I looked down to see a car- followed by a truck- parked just right infront of this building. The woman who got out from the car walked to the truck that was behind them and opened the truck-door. Few old men came out from the building-maybe four to five grown men-and started helping her get some furnitures.....out?

Guess she's moving in huh, this is the first time I'm seeing an actual person move in on this place. Well she's making friends right?

Watching them struggle to get the huge table to the main entrance is pretty funny, I mean I wish you could see their 'this is my struggling face' face. It's amusing how they would put that much effort for the lady, but I wouldn't really blame them, that woman is quite hot. She looks like she's in her late thirties though.

Then another sound of a car door being slammed shut followed and yeah i'm guessing someone is with the lady. I didn't even look to see who came out from the car and kept watching them move furnitures in.

I eventually got bored of these old geezers impress a hot old geezer so i picked up the book from the chair and started reading it again. My elbows resting on the sill and my hands holding the book while I scan the words and stuff. My legs are getting a bit numb and wobbly so I threw the book on the chair again and started to stretch.

I sigh and look down for the last time before I go inside but this time my eyes set on the girl sitting on the car's hood just staring blankly at.....I don't know what she's lookin at. Maybe she's the girl that got out from the car earlier, Maybe she's the lady's daughter? Maybe not. She doesn't really look like her.

She looks interesting so I started to watch her intently. She had blonde hair-her hair is really bright- she's wearing a denim jacket over a cropped top I guess...i couldn't really see since I am at the sixth floor But I did see her face- not clearly- and I figured that she was looking at the mural that was painted on the wall the other day.

I started to get bored so I just went inside the house and into my room. It's 3 pm and there's nothing to do. I walked over to my bluetooth speaker and connected my phone to listen to some music..salvia plath. I plop down the bed and slowly drifted to sleep.

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I was having a little dream and my phone ringing is what woke me up, I picked up my phone and answered the call. It's my friend, Chel.