G R A Y S O N The truth is that student life is not so difficult, I like it. I am beginning to return to the positive side. My notes are not outstanding but it is a question of time and a little effort. Almost all the teachers are very happy with my work, a dirty and poor teen like me was not expected to be so smart. Thanks to Zhola. I do not know how many times I will need in this life to thank her.
* * * I have started to write a diary, so as to keep my mind busy, I do not have much to do when I return to "home". This diary will be my detailed life Zhola gave it to me and for me that already makes it a very special object for me. *
She also writes one, draws illustrations of any little thing that goes through her head and accompanies it with brief reflections or poems sometimes she sticks photos and even wrappers of maxigum, her favorite gum.
* * * The next morning
I get up at quarter to six, so I have time to clean myself at a gas station that is open 24 hours a day. I bought a $ 1 chocolate so they do not think I just went in to clean myself. I would spend more money, because they have fresh and good sandwiches but $ 1 is the maximum I can spend, is the only thing I win, Mrs. Pooko gives me $ 5 every 3 days for doing the errands, she says I am a formal and helpful love of a young man. *
After passing the gas station, I pass by a small path where by these times grow daisies and other flowers of another type and always pick up two bouquets one for Zhola's grandmother, Miss Pooko,because she likes to put it as ornament in the vase of the kitchen and another for Zhola. She loves to take one of them to take away the petals at the same time she says "he loves me, he does not love me" I will never know who is the lucky boy who always carries out her peculiar torture to the poor flower, is one of her supersticions I guess. * With the others, she keeps them for decoration on the wall or to glue them on her diary. *
* And together we go to class. Sometimes we hold hands on the way to school if we do not take the bus, she always says that my hands will never stop being warm, I only respond with a kiss on the back of her hand. I also put small flowerst in her hai that I keep in my pockets. She is...." The one that gives meaning to my life. If we take the bus we just sit next to each other she shares her earbuds with me and I share my shoulder for her to lean on it. * * * * March 4, 2012 Dear diary basically I do not know what to write here, I do not want my first entry into this diary to be crappy. But I guess I'm not as creative as Zhola. I introduce myself, I am Grayson. Or as Zhola calls me, Gary, but just to make me angry and tickle her . I am a model of an uncommon teenager who survives without parents, own house, money, work, food, etc.. They're looking for a caretaker/tutor who takes care of me but they are always forgotten and I live alone in a kind of house that is abandoned on the outskirts of the city. I know this does not look very good but I'll write it anyway, no one is going to read my daily crap. Here I go Lately my heart hurts but not because of illness or discomfort. It only hurts when I'm with Zhola it's like systole and diastole will accelerate when Zhola takes me by the hand Or as if I were given an overload of some medicine that cures everything and makes you happy instantly I do not want to use bigger words. But maybe I'm falling in love.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(He doesn't smoke)
Yass hahaha new chapter Comment,vote&share don't be a silence reader Sorry for been inactive School sucks But here I am I love you so much guys ✌💖✨💝
