jueves, 15 de septiembre de 2011

SHATTERED

My life was ordinary normal.
One day I went to a public high school in Vancouver, Washington, located on the outskirts of nearby Portland. I had been in one place all my life, and could not imagine what it would be like having to move for my growth. I was normal. I had a good group of friends I had grown up with them I loved them with all my heart. In my family had a mother happily married to my father, younger sister of good behavior, and a large dog, a little bulky. I went to my school everything seemed normal a few days when we reported a new student, upon arriving I was his only friend at school, a bit shy of those with long hair and little conversation. A few days passed, he was the most popular these kids that I love aviation. The following week we reported the arrival of a new student.
In the end it was rumored that he had beaten a boy, had fought with his teacher and left a boy in a coma and now lives hapital artificially. All this was false and no one knows who started the rumor. "Well, I know one thing," he said, once we have established, "we will all know how much truth there is in these rumors in less than a week."
                                                                                                
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                                                                                    Tatiana Paredes.