INICIAR SESIÓNWe get out of the car and he takes a look around. It's so quiet, no sound besides the wind whistling in the trees and the occasional flap of wings above us. I hear the breaking of small branches as he walks behind me. Me heartbeat speeds up and I stop, knowing he's standing right behind me. He's much taller, so he's probably leaned over me when I feel his breath dancing on the back of my neck. "Are you nervous?" I almost shiver, gathering the courage to turn around "Should I be?" The story of unlikely friendships, falling in love with the wrong people and knowing you're not like the others. Warning: The story deals with topics such as mental disorder and addiction, which some readers might find disturbing
Ver másIt's late and the few people left are wasted already, smoking outside on the balcony. The light's dim and someone's put quiet music on Max's vintage record player. Jeremy's spread himself out on the big sofa in the living room, head on the backrest, his dark clothes in total contrast with the colorful furniture. I've noticed he assumes the posture whenever he's tense or uncomfortable, it's like a challenge where he says "Here I am, come at me." He's still here for some reason, even though his friends left already; I mean even Nathan's not here, although they don't seem to be hanging out much. Now that I think of it, I've never seen them together at school and they don't even come
I feel like a rabbit, or think- any small animal- the moment it realizes the fox has approached too close and it's too late.I really didn't mean to intrude, but they can't know that.Nathan gets up, stubs his cigarette, and says"Drop that
CerealiaEvaWe finish earlier on Fridays, so we hang out after school with Chloe and Chris. Jeremy and Max came too, but Max has a game later and can't stay much with us. Jeremy turned out to be way more patient than I am explaining Victorian Classics, although he didn't look like it at first. I'm heading home, it's almost 4 pm -mom should still be at work.
Kyle"Are you taking the medications I prescribed, McDonald?" The team's doctor inquires dead serious and looks at me from behind his desk, glasses pushed down low on the tip of his nose."Nah, Doc. It's not that bad anymore. " I'm trying my shoelaces as quickly as I can, I can't wait to leave, I hate those cabinets.





