The other day I got on the bus to go to school I decided that I could be surfer. It is not really as crazy nor am I as crazy as you might think. There I was: a newspaper in one hand, ipod in the other (not fodonga but because my pants do not have pockets), the mochilota on my shoulders blocking the aisle and around me a crowd with peculiar odor exhaling hot air.
There I am concentrating on the lyrics of Muse with the body forward trying to stalling with the hip between the seats to keep from falling. Sometimes I stop with one or two fingers that I have yet available when the inertia of the brake forces me to do in order repegarmele not the guy who shamelessly asleep and whose head is a dangerous place pendulum. Right-left. Left-Right, center! , Wakes up ... oh no, and fell again: Right-Left, here we go again.
However, my training has not come to an end. When the truck is so crowded that we become one, and not by cachondería, it is time to start the circus passing the passage from the back to give the driver demands it badly and that minutes earlier had crushed doors arm of a lady of silent reaction. "Spend two," says the blonde me dummy placed next to me. "With the mouth or what?" I think not spoken publicly about the possibility that my sincerity little rudeness. Undostres ... mission accomplished. Here comes the change, the "dial-wera" is talking and I do not pay attention. "Come on cool, because of you I'm gonna fall and get angry "telepathically tell him staring at her.'s finally understood my gun and go look for change.
Then I say to myself:" Hey myself, this could be helpful whereas there is a terrible epidemic of influenza and is best not to touch anything "Also I think that makes me feel better knowing I have such a balance, unknown to a personality as clumsy as I am. But I admit, I despaired of smell do not know how to classify, the lack of oxygen and the little boy who has recently begun to mourn.
And I'm still in the stepping stone passages automatic. I do not even feel like I'm going to drop or interest me what you think of the man who smiles coquettishly to 5 feet away. On the horizon distinguish the silhouette of my alma mater like an oasis and wait quietly while someone rings the bell. Surprise, the truck would not stop and Donna yells the trucker as her husband that if we think its time that you do not know that rang the bell, which people like him should $%"!&/, oh, flowery vocabulary is not suitable for this blog! is stopped after a stop next to the cemetery. The doors open, under the stairs and then I get a breath of fresh air that makes me think of the beauty of life when gives these details before lacking. Camino hastily without looking back for fear of turning into a pillar of salt. As icing on the cake I'm late to school again ...
Anabel.
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