Vicky's stories

7.What goes around comes around

One night I went in pizzeria with my family.

It was been a quiet night, 'till my mother said to me:"Look, there's a boy who's looking at you!"

Me, with an amused face, asked to her:-All okay? Are you kidding me? Have you drunk? Who's so crazy to looking at me?! So my father started to looking around our table and he started smiling:"He's behind you"

I turned slowly myself after have done felt my bag and exactly when I caught it, I saw him.

I recognised him in the exact moment I saw him and I felt sick, so I returned quickly still neat.

-I don't know him. I answered coldly, lying.

After some minutes, the boy (who we'll call "Vincenzo") passed behind me, making my bag fall, being red from the embarrassment (it was the first time I saw him embarrassed!)

He bended out for take it, but I was more quickly so I preceded him and, while he was searching excuses, I told him looking into his eyes keep impassive: -It's all okay, don't worry...Thanks.

I still remember his eyes fade away, and the sadness which was taking control of me, the tears that I threw out and he that, after had wished to pass a good night, slowly came back to sit with his family.

I stopped speak, after my father went to pay and me, with my mum, followed him to the car.

I layed down on the seats and the tears started to flow on my face before slowly, than faster.

I cried in silence - I couldn't stay strong anymore –I decided to stop, I started listen to music, hoping that the words of the song could help me to distract myself...It didn't go like this.

Came home, I went in my bedroom, where I closed myself and one time in bed,I restarted crying.