COLD

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Lauren's POV

My mother always told me that I would never come to anything with 'those pints' and with 'that music', or with 'those books'. My father, on the other hand, came with me to listen to that 'music' that my mother despised so nuch. Although good, it give me a little a like what thought my mother, Clara. Born of Cuban parents, like my father, when she always is angry she began to sclod me in Spanish, my father, Mike, in those situations always was running towards the garage, where he had his motorbike and his guitar.

I didn't know very well what kind of things my Mom liked, perhaps read journal of the heart, go to the beach or make thousand hairstyles to my sister, but like my Dad, I fled to my room.

My brother Chris was the captain of the team of the football from the school, typical eh? Many times the conversation at the table was based on: "And Packer? Will it play in the next match?" "The last move that caught unsuspecting quarterback the other team was incredible". Or also other pearls like: "What can I do if all the women are all over me?" And my answer is always: "Wow, with reason I like women".

Taylor was my sister, the youngest of the three. She was the cheerleader of the school, typical too, right? . What it was rare is that with the cold that made all year in Vancouver, it hadn't frozen her....

Well, and then I was there, judging the entire family from the other side of the table, banal and superficial minds and then was mine. I felt intelligent, but nothing further from reality, the truth is that I was the black sheep of the family, and not because I always wear black, but because I didn't fit between them. Not with my parents, not with my brother and sister, or my uncles, not with my cousins. The only thing that took me out of the daily routine was the school. Although in reality I do nothing there, but at least the path to it in the bus it always inspire me.

Vancouver was a beautiful city, and even more if was snowing, what used to be all the those days. I liked the winter and that was what estranged my family. "But we are Cubans!" They said to me, "how are you going to like the winter? ". Well a lady who I haven't seen in eighteen years says "when I saw you, you were a baby!" It doesn't stop to pull my cheeks and also only comes at Christmas, I like the cold.

But this is only an introduction ti my life, wich is the last important in this story. What really matters, it's me. Sorry to ve a bit self-contered, but that banal and superfluous family makes me nervous.

As said, the road to the school was great.

-Lauren, did you take your breakfast? - I take a single juice and put it in the backpack, black/grey color in the smallest pocket.

-How heavy you are, yes Mom.- I also got my notebook, a pen and hung the backpack on my back.

-Heavy!? You haven't got it! I know you. I know you because I've given birth ti you! Mike, look at her, again without eating breakfast. - My Dad started at me very seriously.

-You have to have breakfast, Lauren.-He said and I nodded.

-Yeah, yeah, when I get there I'll buy a sandwich from the machine.

-Do you think that machine is going to be there on holidays!? Lauren Michelle come here right now. - She took the sandwich, opened my backpack and put it in.

-You are a drama.- I told her getting away from her frowning.

-Dramas!? Me dramas!? Mike, for real. I think with this freedom of the girls, the girl is getting out of the hands.

-I do get out of hands. - Said my Dad while he put a cup of coffee.

-Mom what the fuck are you talking about of the girls. I didn't do any yet.- I said frowning, eating the croissant with ham and butter that she gave me.