Em Qualquer Lugar que o Vento sopre

Chapter 2

Ironically, the first time I left home in two weeks was to buy dishes. What was left of my, were broken colorful trashed.
- I will face, you do not been at the party yesterday!- heard a familiar voice call me my left
- hi greg.- comprimentei my best friend who had to cut the contact for fear that I were killed him. Just as did with the complete unknown in the alley.- ve been slow down to be able to accompanies it. Greg was lower than I, who am already considered low only that other than me, he was neither a little athletic, speaks of a way only him and sometimes reaches invent words. It is a good friend despite being inconvenient in several cases. my mind already beginning to work like that sadistic. It was the beginning of something I did not know where would stop.- hei! You do not speak with me the two weeks and when finalmete you encounter, ignores me! I began to run away from dumps and hydrants. Me esquivei him, knew that could not return home. And went to the last place where wanted to be. The house of my mother.