Something inside told him that that was not right. Why all those clothes wore that hated? Are all those hideous colors and flashy, in fact, did not like? His parents did not understand. She was not.
He turned in bed, staring at the window of his room and sighed. That night would be long. In its 15 years had always been misunderstood, and all that came every night at his head. Every time I tried to tell her parents that she would not be so, they fought. Yelling, slamming doors, hitting, angry faces, that was something normal for her.
He closed his eyes for the umpteenth time, and finally, the dream came to her, his heavy eyelids fell over her eyes, and Morpheus, which he took to his paradise, which she was the only one I had.
The next day, as every day, woke up at 7 o'clock. Out of bed reluctantly, and went to the bathroom. After washing your face and look sideways in the mirror, which almost frightened, returned to the room and opened the closet. Every day, that, was the most hated. Decide on clothing that could. I was sick, not wanting to do business as usual, put on those silly colored skirts, with pink shoes and white shirts "pretty", no, not anymore. Searched and searched through the closet to find deep black leather miniskirt that she loved, and he bought over the internet without their parents knowing. Put it on the bed, along with semi-transparent stockings, black, which were broken and his mother did not know he kept. Found in a drawer at the bottom, a black, smooth, without any patterns, and left beside the bed with everything else. He looked at the clothes with a smile, patting the miniskirt with your fingers. But something went to the head and feet. What shoes? It had nothing to go well. Or maybe ... He knelt on the floor, and pulled out from under the bed a shoebox. Now he was all, its converse. They are putting a lot with the Cowboys, but their parents do not do very much, as were all the rage, not given much importance.
When finished dressing herself in the mirror with a wide smile. Combed his hair slowly, almost unwillingly staring at the picture you drew in the mirror, because deep down I knew that when I got home, I would remove everything I had, and would hide it again. When
arranged and was finished too late, so she took the juice bar, backpack, and went to school running. Probably be late. Institute
aisles were completely empty, people were already in class. He entered the playing it early, and apologized for the delay. All eyes were on her, analyzed his clothes, he knew. Whenever he had something to your liking, they looked at her wrong. Took a deep breath, like forces, and sat on the desk. That would be a long day.
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