Juliana & Valentina: a different story.

"WANNA TAKE A RIDE?"

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"Gooooood morning America, today is another great day to be Juliana Valdes. You thought that her girlfriend breaking up with her was enough for her? You are being delusional If you did! Nothing is ever enough for her! Everyday we are gonna give her a new reason to be disappointed with life and with people while enjoying her reaction. 

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Vote for YES if you want to give her a bad and devastating news, or vote NO If want to let her leave in peace": 

---YES, BAD NEWS---
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---NO NEWS AT ALL---
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This is what happens everyday. It has to be this way. There is someone behind the scene directing my life that is enjoying giving me bad days after bad days. Like I'm in the Truman Show. The next poll will be "Would you like to send Juliana into a psychiatric hospital?" Because I'm going crazy. I'm in this fucking police station from like seven hours and I'm still waiting for that woman agent to tell me something. I mean, you can't tell people who believed for years that their father was dead, that maybe just maybe, their father is alive and then disappearing behind a black door for seven hours. You just can't do that. You can't, even If you are an F.B.I agent and you are very gorgeous.

I'm sitting into a metallic chair that makes my butt hurt. The room where I am in is super sad, there's a brown wallpaper and a green fitted carpet, there are police officers that run back and forth and are whispering to each other things that are maybe confidential information, they all have small dossiers in their hands. I have done basically everything in the past seven hours. I played Angry Birds on my phone, for the record, I'm the best at that game. I texted Oliver telling him "Don't worry If you don't see me again, the F.B.I took me!"  To see his reaction, but he just sent me question marks followed by the emoji that laugh with tears. I even made some purchases on Amazon using Oliver's account, I only spent few dollars for something very interesting. My phone battery died one hour ago and I'm here counting how many squares this wallpaper has. "Three-hundred and forty-four, three-hundred and forty-five...""Juliana, please come!" Like an angel from heaven, Lúcia Borges, the F.B.I agent appears from the black door. My brain, that apparently was sleeping, just woke up as soon as the voice of the agent arrived in my ears. I follow her inside a room that has nothing in it except a computer and two chairs.

"Please sit here!" She points at one of the chairs."I'm very sorry that you have waited this long, but you'll understand that this is a case of maximum security..." While she talks, I observe her. She's wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, large black trousers and she has her hair loose on her shoulders.
"So, tell me what you know about your father's death!" She places her hands on the keyboard and she's ready to write every single word I say.

"Well, when I was ten, one night I went to sleep, and the morning after my mom announced me that my father was dead in an accident during work..." I remember the emptiness I felt that day. "My father wasn't the greatest, he was always out for work and when he was home he was always on his phone screaming with someone, but I didn't care because I was ten and my father was my superhero!" It's true, he was sweet with me, and I loved him.

"So your mom told you that he had an accident during work?" The agent asks.

"Yes!"

"You never asked anything else?"

"I was ten!" Lúcia looks at me like I am an alien.

"Well...Did you go to his funeral?" The sound of the clicking is getting my nerves.