Ana is a teenager who lives in love with her friend since entering high school, but is not able to cope with her feelings. A love that grows, changes, becomes difficult, gets confused.
What happens to Ana? Can your love be reciprocated? How fast can...
How to start this, I'm still not sure, the ideas come to me at once, one after the other and I remember those days of youth, those days in which apparently the most important thing was love, let go of too many things, things important that having taken them seriously would have changed my future days. But what can I say was young too crazy, too ingenious, too ... slow. But I do not want to extend this introduction anymore so I'll start from here
Now it is clear to me how changing the heart can be and how little prepared I was to understand it.
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So first we will go to my past self, my name is Ana Quillan Mccrae, but 14 years old, my past self was something peculiar, now I see myself and I think I was too crazy but can say ... most of the I spent my time reading, not because of fashion, but rather because of loneliness, but I'll talk about that later. I only listened to music in English, instrumental and classical.
My vocabulary was different, whenever I spoke with my classmates I had to explain again what I was saying because many of the words I used didn't know them, there were also times when they asked me to speak to learn a new word, in those cases I knew what to say. A few times I read the dictionary, it was so fun to do that. They even nominated me to the most informed and educated person in the room, a title that at the time I'm happy. But don't think I was an outstanding person in the classes, only my tutors and my teacher in my workshop knew my name.
In my room there were classmates I never talked to, I didn't go to parties and I didn't see any of my classmates outside of school. I always arrived before they opened the school and I left just after school, even when they went for me I left them waiting because when they arrived I was already at home. My face had no expressions, I never cried, I was too insensitive, well at least that's how others saw me, those who didn't know me.
For me, Secondary represented something new, because it was the first time in my short life that I could be in a stable place. Without having to worry about making friends because I knew that I could keep them this time. In a way I think I chose a bad stage to want that because having changed schools I think I would have avoided so many later problems. I had insisted so much that they didn't change my school, that afterwards it was a little unwise for me to ask them to change me, so I only supported it.
Some of the words I occupy were written by my 14-year-old self, notes from a notebook with which he always was. In truth, I'm excited about this because who has the opportunity to have the opinion of their past and when writing a past history, that is amazing they don't believe it.
