I'm living

One more day...

After that "little" discussion between the girls and the headmistress, we got very far from Debbie's little group.
       
          "Guys, it's not supporting you or going against it, but I did not look like Deborah! He exclaims in a passive tone.
       
           "Until finally - D'jessica and Natasha speak in a choir.
        
           - Changing the subject. What do you do in your free time? "I asked.
        
             "Everything but study." Says Natasha.
         
              "Yeah ... we're going to the mall, to diners, to someone's house ... Varia. - Complete D'jésica.
         
               I kept thinking, "Am I a face or are they the kind of person that will not be anything in life!". Well I found this strange, because it's totally different from my culture.
       
               As I pondered, some boys approached.
 
             "My girls, my name is John. - one of them presents himself kissing the hand of each one of us.
          
            - Hi, how are you? - lengths in one voice.
             They invited us to "take a walk" in the center with them. Jhon wraps my arm in his and we are going towards the mall.

              - What is your name? John asks.

               "Oh sorry, my name is Carlly. I answer without any grace.

                "What accent is that?" It's funny it's cute at the same time! He exclaims with a giggle.
   
                - I'm British, Brazilian's daughter. I replied.
                 
                  - Pasta. He replies disinterestedly.
      
                  Suddenly it began to darken, a strong wind began he immediately took off his coat and dressed me, shielding me from that strong wind with a slight drizzle.