was the only kid who cut my face.
I met in first grade. May. Marianela Lavena, one of my colleagues, opened the season with a birthday party in a hall of Boedo. I clearly remember what I was wearing: jeans and a black muscular cross my sister back. my friends had come to switch to home.
when we were ready, we walked the five blocks down Boedo Ave enduring shootings in every corner. 13.
entered the room thinking ourselves the prettiest girls in the universe and then I saw: I was sitting at a table and when I saw just said this: uuuuuuuuuuu. I thought the same thing.
a while began to slow and took me dancing. dance number but do not know why we left early (I called my phone before.) Monday at school told me they had danced the rest of the night with one of my classmates and that she too had asked the phone.
question: Loco called my partner, came out, I think we went to eat at a mall and then circulated the story that he said he had lost his wallet and made him pay all of it. never directly asked.
the Fool I followed him across all parties. once, in one of Santa Rosa, we gave our first kiss, sitting in the stands.
time passed and now it's second year. one Crazy best friends (fellow rugby) starts chasing me. his name is Juan Pablo, but Juanpabloelquemado tell because the kid is killed in the tanning bed or on the terrace of the house (very common at that time, I know a girl who was burned oil to cook faster).
good, Juan Pablo. courting me in a couple of parties, I do not convince me. I still enofocada in Loco. I think he did some evil to Juan Pablo: promise something that is not fulfilled, systematically refuse to serve you when I called home, can not remember.
August 93. huge party at home dads had in horse Juanpi. I remember exactly what he was wearing: a checkered skirt and a muscular black. was the party of the year of the decade (there's a good chance that I returned to be with the Fool, but somehow it had also created an expectation all around my relationship with John Paul), the girls came to change home.
the party fell short. I danced all night with the crazy and ended up in one of the corridors of the house, I remember two things: Tomb of the glory of background and the kid off the light and I catching on. A Juan Pablo not registered.
after settle overnight, the Mad promised he would go through the school on Wednesday after English. I remember my dad came to pick us 4 in the morning, he was returning from a party at the club, until the day is able to tell how bad he felt, "you and your friends behind me talking and laughing and driver, leading to each house by house" .
Wednesday following: not really remember, but sure I prepared especially: combed my hair better, I got more drives, I do not know. at 4 we were leaving class, I could not think of anything else. I always imagined the elusive Mad waiting at the door - sprig of jasmine? - my partner attacked the nuns watching the whole scene.
nothing happened: the kid never went looking.
then told me the version concocted revenge a duet between the madman and juanpabloelquemado: whatever I had done it, he deserved now live in the flesh.
and it was.
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