Ms. Gualteros
That Saturday afternoon after he was gone, I went to my room and cleaned it. Picked up the clothes that were randomly thrown here and there. I TRIED to lift up that broken side of the bed and insert that phone book back in, but I'm just not strong enough. I got myself a drink of passion fruit juice and went back into the empty room, sat in the middle of the two beds and stared at the blood-stained sheets. quickly, I reached for some cotton balls and nail polish remover and soon enough the small orange fragments vanished.
Kisses cream. That's the name of that very soft, pastel pink nail polish that has replaced the previous color.
Today school was somewhat slow. For the first time I sat in the 'Colombian table' by myself. The guys there do not know how to disimulate for nothing. I could hear them clearly as they planned to ask me if I was single and ig I was Caleña. How can they tell though... Slowly I gathered my stuff, sub in hand, when I see Guillermo's arm and a red band on it. He must have donated blood, I thought. I know a couple of classmates that did today. I wouldn't dare...
Guillermo showed me th hole in his arm and I got upset at once. I pushed him off and told him in a very rude way to get away from me. He KNOWS I can't stand the sight of veins, needles, and blood coming from that particular place, and still tried to rub it in my face. I just get so paranoid. I know it's silly and I have my reasons.
In Art class we're doing portraits. Mine is one of the second best. I'm so proud of it all. After were done, we'll be doing selfportraits. We have the choice of drawing someone, and let hat person we draw, draw us. I'll be doing my own though. A couple of teachers keep calling me Ms. Gualteros. I so failed Geometry. I'll be taking it next year and it makes me angry just thinking about it.
I've been rather angry with the world (including myself) and what it has come to. The rape of that old woman, the student that attends my high school and how he asked a four-year-old to put his penis in her mouth and actually doing it (he got arrested). And the story of the guy who wanted to join a gang, but had to complete two tasks. Raping a woman, andthen to take her life. His friends took care of picking up a girl. They covered her head with a sweater. The guy was supposed to rape her first, but he chose to do so last. He beat, and sexually abused this woman and then killed her. When the jacket was removed from her head, it was his mother.
That is one of the SICKEST, most morbid shit I've ever heard of. Sometimes I think about my children and how I wouldn't want them to live in this rotten world. Those horrible men who hurt and rape and kill.... all of them, should be hung from their testicles.
Kisses cream. That's the name of that very soft, pastel pink nail polish that has replaced the previous color.
Today school was somewhat slow. For the first time I sat in the 'Colombian table' by myself. The guys there do not know how to disimulate for nothing. I could hear them clearly as they planned to ask me if I was single and ig I was Caleña. How can they tell though... Slowly I gathered my stuff, sub in hand, when I see Guillermo's arm and a red band on it. He must have donated blood, I thought. I know a couple of classmates that did today. I wouldn't dare...
Guillermo showed me th hole in his arm and I got upset at once. I pushed him off and told him in a very rude way to get away from me. He KNOWS I can't stand the sight of veins, needles, and blood coming from that particular place, and still tried to rub it in my face. I just get so paranoid. I know it's silly and I have my reasons.
In Art class we're doing portraits. Mine is one of the second best. I'm so proud of it all. After were done, we'll be doing selfportraits. We have the choice of drawing someone, and let hat person we draw, draw us. I'll be doing my own though. A couple of teachers keep calling me Ms. Gualteros. I so failed Geometry. I'll be taking it next year and it makes me angry just thinking about it.
I've been rather angry with the world (including myself) and what it has come to. The rape of that old woman, the student that attends my high school and how he asked a four-year-old to put his penis in her mouth and actually doing it (he got arrested). And the story of the guy who wanted to join a gang, but had to complete two tasks. Raping a woman, andthen to take her life. His friends took care of picking up a girl. They covered her head with a sweater. The guy was supposed to rape her first, but he chose to do so last. He beat, and sexually abused this woman and then killed her. When the jacket was removed from her head, it was his mother.
That is one of the SICKEST, most morbid shit I've ever heard of. Sometimes I think about my children and how I wouldn't want them to live in this rotten world. Those horrible men who hurt and rape and kill.... all of them, should be hung from their testicles.