The next day I woke up early. I was very anxious. I hadn't even gone to work on the site. I took a shower, got ready, but today nothing social, I took my backpack and already packed my things to go to college too. It was very good to take the train and the subway at that time, around noon to one in the afternoon. It didn't look like the hell it was when I used public transport at five in the morning that it got very crowded. It was a subway every fifteen seconds, but it always filled and the stations kept getting full. But at that time it was different; there was even a place to choose. For the first time I felt like I was people on a train.
Another thing that excited me was knowing that the internship was in the same neighborhood as the college. I would never be late for classes again. When I passed the entrance, I went straight to block B. I pressed the button to call the long elevator. When he came up from the basement and opened the doors, I went in, there were about ten people in it. I was relieved to see that I was quite a mix of men and women, as I knew I could fart there and people would have some options for men to look at and judge. Upon descending on the third floor, I walked slowly to room 03, as I was twenty minutes early. I saw, through the door and glass walls, that the lights were out. I still tried to open the door, but I realized that it was locked. I was waiting right there in the long hall, that there was a flickering light coming from the frank lamps they asked for from the walls. A few minutes later I saw that a girl with black hair on her shoulder, dressed in a black blouse with the character Yoda, from Star Wars, came down from the elevator that had just opened the doors and approached room 03. She peered inside. From the way of lost and suspicious that everyone does, I realized that I was also an intern who was going to start that day just like me. She came closer. I greeted her, her name was Marcela Iang. He had a tough and strong way. Determined and that it was better not to talk nonsense to her that she would listen, but these are primary impressions. In fact, she's one of the most sentimental people I've ever met. That personality that conveyed was nothing more than a certain kind of defense against the people around her. I was able to learn from her that a person may not become inhumane when a superior imposes it. She didn't like anything pink or clogs, nor did she eat anything that had an artificial brigadeiro flavor, because, according to her, whoever bought food with this flavor was not worthy of respect, since brigadeiro was not flavor, and we should buy it was chocolate flavored things. Even with her transparent anti-social personality, I approached her and introduced myself. We talked while we waited for someone who worked at 03 to come. We saw a couple of girls open the door and enter. We decided to wait a little longer, so we could give them time to fix everything. nor did she eat anything that had an artificial brigadeiro flavor, because, according to her, whoever bought food with this flavor was not worthy of respect, since brigadeiro was not flavor, and we should buy things with a chocolate flavor. Even with her transparent anti-social personality, I approached her and introduced myself. We talked while we waited for someone who worked at 03 to come. We saw a couple of girls open the door and enter. We decided to wait a little longer, so we could give them time to fix everything. nor did she eat anything that had an artificial brigadeiro flavor, because, according to her, whoever bought food with this flavor was not worthy of respect, since brigadeiro was not flavor, and we should buy things with a chocolate flavor. Even with her transparent anti-social personality, I approached her and introduced myself. We talked while we waited for someone who worked at 03 to come. We saw a couple of girls open the door and enter. We decided to wait a little longer, so we could give them time to fix everything. We talked while we waited for someone who worked at 03 to come. We saw a couple of girls open the door and enter. We decided to wait a little longer, so we could give them time to fix everything. We talked while we waited for someone who worked at 03 to come. We saw a couple of girls open the door and enter. We decided to wait a little longer, so we could give them time to fix everything.
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The Adam Boy
General FictionAdam is a young man who realizes that he lives alone. Concerned about this, he finds old friends and even improves his relationship with his family, but he realizes that it is not as easy as he thought. But that's not all: Adam is living hell in his...