【Los hermanos Stonewall】 「Saga: Hermanos」

【Capítulo 2】

Me levanté temprano y me di una ducha fría. Vi que habían dejado colgado mi uniforme del pomo del armario. Lo cogí y me le puse maldiciendo a todo el mundo. Me até como siempre mi pistola al muslo derecho oculto por la falda. Cogí la mochila, metí los libros y algo de dinero. Salí de la casa y me fui al instituto. Me tocaba clase de música así que me quedé en la primera planta. Tocó la campana y no tuve más remedio que entrar. Me senté en una de las sillas traseras y apoyé la cabeza em mi mano.

-Hoy tenemos a una nueva alumna. Ven preséntate.-me llamó la molesta profesora, sonriente.

-Esta bien. Me llamó Karma y no tengo interés de hacerme amiga de unos fracasados como vosotros.-me presenté de mala gana y después me dirigí a la profesora de música- ¿Contenta?

-Karma, ten más respeto-dijo enfadada la profesora.

-Si, si, lo que tu digas.-de fui a sentar pero la profesora me detuvo-¿Qué quieres?

-Canta algo.

-¿Que cante?-la profesora asintió- Pideme de paso que sea un mono de circo.

-Puede que te suba tu calificación.

-Esta bien...-suspiré. Cogí el bajo y y empecé a tocar- Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born and the first one to run,
My town was blind from refinery sun

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games of the Tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

We are the class of the class of thirteen
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969

My name is no one, your long lost son
Born on the fourth of July
Raised in the era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive

I am a nation, a worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands there a means to an end
Is all that I have to show

I swallowed my pride and choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers and I've lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control

I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room, wasting my time
And waiting for Judgment Day

I praise liberty
The freedom to obey
Is the song that strangles me
Well don't cross the line

Oh, dream, America, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
Oh, scream, America, scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons

-No cantas mal.-dijo la profesora-Ya te puedes sentar.

-Vete al infierno.-murmuré.

Terminaron las clases y ví a Jude que se acercó a mí.