جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 230

"Amara, the plane will leave you!" —my father's scream on the ground floor makes me jump in the same place of fright. I was still in France, however, I had to go back to boarding school no matter what.I had passed these two months without problems, my father and I were closer than ever and everything seemed to improve between us. What I did not expect is that he would receive me with a bit unusual news:"I'm getting married," he had told me. At first I was puzzled because he had never introduced me to anyone, not even a girlfriend. When I met his future wife I was stunned: she was quite young, blonde and pretty. I don't know if she's paranoid but it sounds to me like she's just after her money.It looks a bit hypocritical.She made me spend all the holidays with her so we could get to know each other better, but no, I avoided her all the time. That girl hates me and I hate her. Regarding the name of my father in the papers of the donors in the school, what he told me was that he want

-Do not do that! I got away from Elder as fast as I could. I was trying to get flour on my face. We had left the lake and entered the house. He was wearing one of his shirts and one of his boxers. Elder was only wearing shorts. We were in the kitchen, trying to cook something because we were already hungry."I told you I'd order a pizza," he reminds me. "It's faster." Ask me what you want, Amara," he approaches dangerously, taking me by the buttocks.I left the dough on the table and released the air it contained. My attempt to cook something had failed. Well, the truth is that my father had spoiled me too much so the most I could do was a whole egg."Okay, but I'm very hungry," I pointed out. Having done it in the lake had left me hungry."Like what do you want?" He questioned, frowning.I thought so:-Meat. I really want to eat meat - I tasted my tongue."Raw or cooked?"I looked at him wrong."Why do you ask me those questions?" I left the apron on the table and went to wash my han

—Good morning, Amara —Flavia stands up and greets me, I had already taken a bath and now I was getting dressed. —I'll take a bath, will you wait for me so we can go to the living room together?"Good morning, and it's okay, go easy" I smiled at her to show her that I had no resentment towards her. Flavia went up the stairs of the room and went to bathe. I was in the chair in front of the mirror. There was some makeup in there, so I tried using mascara, blush on my cheeks, and a low lip gloss. I combed my hair into a high tail, I felt like I was ready.Someone knocks twice on the door, but then opens it without even giving me time to get up and open it."Elder," I said his name the moment I see him walk in. He closes the door behind him and turns to me. He has his uniform on already, he looks so sexy like that.-How did you sleep? he asks me, giving me a warm kiss on the lips.It felt so good.-Very well and you? I replied as we parted.—Okay but I couldn't come last night —he pouted—

Amara and her friends Flavia and Mell spent a lovely afternoon at their picnic. Heaven made it feel like they were going to dance, but it wasn't anything wrong. The park was full of corn, water and forests that seem to blow. The children had fun along the way. Of course, Amara started talking to them about the big things: the police, the Templars, the gang members, and the little drugs… Well, some of the other characters had other ideas. Like the Carnival mask, which is a person that Amara doesn't understand why she likes it so much. That gave Flavia and Mell a bit of a spark… I don't know if she meant to be carnivalesque, but maybe it was a great idea. Finally everything ended perfectly. And Amara and her friends came out with the magic of Carnival. The girl told her that although I don't know who she was, she was a very good person.The next day, Amara went to her class and woke up in a huge rush. She felt like the hours of sleep were lacking. Taking advantage of her energy, she did

The next day Amara received classes at the boarding school; the first thing she left behind was a sheet of text with the words she had written to him. She was as if she was with nobody, and so she was more and more: most of the time she was left alone, until finally her mother no longer visited or called.Despite the fact that the last time he spoke to him was last Friday, yesterday morning he was in his room around noon; already with a white shirt and black pants, with his small glasses hanging in his right hand. Just like every other day, he approached the front door of the room, but never entered it. He barely felt his presence and just said "What is it?" sometime, but no more. The day before was similar, however. Once he told her that she was never coming back, and he asked if he wanted to see her as soon as he could, he was able to contain himself to crack a smile and reply, "Yes, I'll send you."And there then, before he wasted it, he put on his father's white t-shirt and field