Secrets We Keep (COMPLETED)

Chapter 10

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(Translate it if you dare...)

Olá! Meus queridos amigos leitores! Como está indo? Estou falando português agora mesmo porque Evena e sua mãe. Eles são de Macau! Quem mais é de Macau? Ou fala português? Ou gosta do idioma? Macau um lindo lugar! Eu adorarei viver lá. Mas primeiro, deixe-me ter o acento certo ...

De qualquer maneira! Aproveite este capítulo! Ah, e para ser sincero, não estou fazendo muita coisa porque este livro não é seriamente o "Drama", então, yeh!

~ Rainha (Queen in Portuguese...whoops, gave a huge clue of what the language was...ok, it's Portuguese if you haven't figured it from the "Ola!" at the start...)

Evena let out a sigh and immediately hated herself for doing it as her mums perfect eyes bore hot holes in to the back of her head. Evena shivered. Evena heard her mother curse as the traffic stopped moving. The Ariella Bridge connected the towns and suburban areas to the city. Her school was nearest to the bridge, Biskup Elementary. It was located at the edge of Maille. A small town. Named after Marija OMaille. A Pakistani-Muslim 20-year-old girl who helped women get equal rights, better education, equal treatment, no domestic violence, no harassment and died helping all women.

She was taught about in every grade and school. She was a topic. A whole subject. As Marija changed our lives. Evena was thinking about Marija, of how she had a worse life than her. But believing and supporting parents. 2 parents. Not one crappy one. Marija was Asian too. Maybe I could be like her, Evena accidently thought quietly out loud. Huh? What now child! her mum faced her with that steel look in her seaweed eyes. Her eyes were lifeless and dull, but when she was around people they would light up and smile like her.

Nothing mum, Evena said quietly looking down at her lap.

Tan patético y débil Su papá jodido la dejó sola conmigo para llevar esta carga y una mierda. Que problematico. Realmente debería tener una vida o un novio al menos para que ella y su trasero puedan salir de mi casa ahora. Idiota. No la necesito, ¡ella no se merece una madre como yo! since Evenas mother could speak Spanish, she usually insulted her in that language. Evena closed her eyes. They were from Macau. So, they both spoke Portuguese. But usually in English because the language reminded them both of home, Macau.

Quando vamos chegar lá? (When are we going to get there?) Evena asked cautiously.

Por que falar portugues agora hein? E parece que eu sei? Este atolamento também pode levar-nos a Maille amanhã para tudo que eu conheço! (Why speaking portuguese now huh? And does it look like i know? This jam might as well take us into Maille tomorrow for all I know!) her mum replied throwing her hands in the air.

Oh, ok, mãe (Oh, ok mum), Evena sighed, shaking her head.