quarta-feira, 1 de abril de 2009

1. Day-by-day / Part 3

1. Day-by-day / Part 3

Now all the things are a little “melancholic” in my house. I’m too sad because now I miss her, her smile and her voice… I didn’t expected to be like this without her presence, -one insistent tear is trying to fall out of my eye- but I think I have to accustom with being without her. I have an idea I’ll start add all the people of my room on my Myspace and on MSN Messenger –it’s just a try to find her and pass all the day looking to her pictures on Myspace-.
Now I’m adding them and until now I didn’t find her but I will. I found one of her friends, Caitlyn Poynter - now I think I will find Hailey faster-. Caitlyn is a girl who came from the same school of Hailey, she could be a good girl but she’s so agitated and sometimes she talks too much- after Caitlyn came to the school, during the break, everything is a mess in my room.
I found Hailey, and now I’m adding her on Myspace and MSN. The radio is turned on and I’m waiting her acceptation desperately. The music that is on the radio now in spite of being old, is a good music. It is Kiss Me of Sixpence None the Richer. My voice is not good but I’m singing it while I wait her. “Kiss me out of the bearded barley. Nightly, beside the green, green grass…” It’s a perfect music for a couple but it turned the atmosphere around me more melancholic than before. It can be our (Hailey and mine) music –that insistent tear fell out of my eye without my perception-.
She accepted me on MSN and Myspace. Does she remember me? I’m so happy and I’m looking to her photos now, in the most of the photos she’s smiling and when she does it, those perfects dimples are always there in her cheek - I love her dimples, they’re so charming-.
It’s time to take my French classes now; I’m going to the bus stop to go to Misdam again. Arriving in the bus stop I took the bus, and, as always, I took a nap in the bus. The French classes are always the same thing that’s because I don’t like it too much. After the class I stayed under the rain, in the bus stop.
I’m in home now, I’m wet because of the rain and as always Ava is shouting with me, begging me to take a shower because I’m wet and I can get sick if I don’t take a shower, but I don’t listen to her I’m just having my dinner and watching the TV. After the dinner I took my shower and went to bed – and certainly it will be difficult to sleep because of her, but I don’t want it to happen in my day-by-day -.

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