Veronica waited anxiously on day one, July 1st to be exact. The reasons were many: I was eighteen years old his desired majority, that day would be Friday, a warm Friday, I thought. Also start with your diet, this time no bread, she said.
May One half was much of the beach. Coping with exams agobientes Instituto always had a place to go to the beach. And if there was no choice, even with the books.
already took a sabbatical practically unable to take two courses. I even had time to win a dinero los fines de semana trabajando en la pizzería Bella Vista.
Salía con Juan Regueiro, un chico poco apropiado para ella, o eso decía la gente. Era muy emo, vestía siempre de negro y olía a porro.
Verónica era muy alegre, los que la conocían decían que tenía serios problemas familiares. Sus padres no dejaban de discutir y ella ya no sabía qué hacer.
Un día se hartó. Aunque la mañana siguiente habría filosfía, su clase favorita, abrió la puerta de su casa y la cerró con un portazo seco y sonoro.
Tenía bo clear that he would return that night or morning.
called John and left on the beach.
three years I had lived with his cousin and a friend Univesidad.
Juan consoled, not bear clutched his girl, so torn.
Veronica would not talk. That song brought her crazy. What I wanted was to drink, yes. Drink and drown their sorrows if possible. John went to the floor and while he did not want, agreed, because it would do anything for Veronica. And the two drank ... perhaps too much. For
morning, she woke up, but John does.
-Juan, fucking wake up! Are you deaf or what!
Veronica feared the worst. He picked up the phone and pressed three buttons by hand shaking.
the ambulance arrived. John was alive, but was on the verge of a coma.
Veronica was very nervous. Came home.
And surprise, realized that ....
........... There are so many
end, I decided that elijáis your final.
A kiss and good luck. AH that you have a week of ten: D
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