The Elevator

Mr Grigoris

I'm trying, and yes it is, I'm leaving as fast as I can trying to process what happened. But, how?.. My father is a colleague of Mr. Jason's, does Nadia know that? I got home. I'm calling the elevator, she was sitting in my seat, holding a box of pizza in her hands.

Nadia: I've been waiting for you.

She was desperate that couldn't hide in any way.

Erica: Do you want to talk to me?

Nadia: No..

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <Mania> had been in my arms again and Nadia had fallen asleep next to me; I could feel my muscles tightening as I remembered the Myrto and me incident. Looks like the situation isn't just for her, it's for me. When this is all over, I promise myself, that I will go to a school and find a job that will finally provide me with the security I seek.

Nadia went up next to me changing sides. I didn't know what I had to do anymore to help her. Feeling enough guilt, I wake her up.

Erica: I have to go to practice. I'm sorry, but you have to go back home.

Her look straight away became desperate.

Nadia: No, no... I'll go with you.

Erica: I guess it's okay.

I'm glad she was willing to follow me, so I'd be in control of the situation. She sat on a small bench next to us and stayed to watch, one her brother, one me. We seemed to entertain her in some way, or at least present her with an interesting spectacle.

She took my bag in her arms and wrapped her hands around it as she moved rhythmically back and forth. The strange thing was that the one looking at her today was me, not Orpheus. As if nothing had happened, he kept giving his best.

I focus on the vibrations I feel spreading my feet to the rest of my body. I guess he'll be troubled by the facts, too. I can't even imagine what it's like for them to see your life torn apart day by day. My situation was different, stagnant, there was no climax.

I knew from the beginning that it was awful, and that's not how it happened to them. I bent down to tie my shoelaces and found myself back in the exercise. I remember sitting at home watching them. It has always been my beloved family, happy and with a deep love and understanding of its members.

It was one of those shows that made me happy and could beautify my whole day. I remember at one point, at the beginning of my move, I had noted in my books all the samples of their good behavior. I know pretty stupid...

I thought that if I followed their way of life, I'd be a better person, too. At least I know Nadia has been the best role model. She was like a sister to me. We took a break and went with her to the taps. These were positioned to the point where you could easily see the street across the street from the school.

Nadia: Look at Mr. Gregory!

She shows the figure with her finger, I started to panic.

Erica: He can't see me here!

I run to the inside of the building as she goes to greet him. This situation could take me to extremes. Right now I had so many fronts open that I ended up being paranoid. I urgently needed a rest.

Otherwise, my outburst will be similar to what I had in Myrto. I couldn't call her a Ms, I didn't have that kind of respect for her.

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