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Simone told me about all the nuances of what had happened and I was struck by what remained imprinted in the mind. In that strange night that much remembered, he had lost sleep, he flocked in that room, he climbed in silence on the big bed stealing away in his mother's arms while she was talking to the stranger. They chatted and at one point he found himself in the middle. He laughed always when hi s delicate little face was in contact with the man's beard so far from him. Simone remembered as Sunday was a joy and all in all in his heart the escaped of sweet words that could be heard in the distance. That stranger turned Sunday, though little, and Simone suddenly wasn't entirely a stranger: he was called dad.
It was hard, then, to Elena to continue her life. But the time was on her side and looked after her, trying to lift it, to revive her. She succeeded in part, until one day she found love again. She deserved to be happy too, after all. Evil had taken possession of her and something good had to happen.
But fate, if it agrees, is just bastard: it decided to throw Elena on the ground, it did not accept to see that woman always get up again and this time hit her hard, mercilessly.
Her health fell steeply, however was envious of the strength of this woman, attempted even to kill her and apparently was going to succeed. But it had to stay back with its mouth open in seeing her again rise from the ground.
Simone was considered a lucky guy to have a mother like that and during his growth he sought to acquire some of her skills.
It was great to see Elena! Years have passed, this is true, but she is always there, standing, and with that complexion that most likely will take until the end of her days. As much as I want to tell you about this woman's willpower, there's still a story not to be missed: happiness of Simone.
The time was propitious, the school was better at that time. Something in Simone was changing, perhaps because he was going through the most intense moment of his existence. Long hair -sometimes he had the courage to bind them-earring and he dressed in a gloomy way. He carried inside him the evil, he was still feeding after all, and then it led him outside in his manner of dress.
He spent his death mornings walking in the hallways with Leonardo and Gonzalo and at the hour of recreation they seemed a star. They had acquaintances throughout the school and it was easy to exchange a word with anyone.
Simone that morning had the pleasure to chat with Emily, not that he doesn't already. When he came back home he ate hurriedly and in fury, he turned on the pc and he checked if it was connected. They didn't speak of great things, but they were having fun.
On Tuesday, at school there was always the return and Simone with his trusty henchmen roamed the halls. In one of those Tuesday saw Emily's class and he invited her to come along with them. She agreed of course, they had some nice chats, they were seeking an approach to a friendship. Simone, despite his negativity, smiled with her and he tried not to think, darkened evil for a short time, he did not want Emily discovers something of his life.
He had to think even studying but he never did: along with his "cronies" he had become the class clown. If those three had never been there, that class would never known positive days.
Professors now surrendered before a subject like that but rightly they had to do their job, and then appeared again on Simone's report card debts. It was hard to believe that a child like Simone could pass the year: it was good to fool anyone with his eyes and his words were honey for professors. Then he surpassed all debts with little trouble but with great cunning. This was Simone, good to you to think that all he had done was right but it really was a total rip off.
The year arrived in which in class some professors changed: one came from the North. Here you have to wonder: "How could she not end up in the cross-hairs of Simone?". Obvious she had to go there! He imitated everything of her: from the voice to the gestures, the mimicry was similar, not sparing anyone.
A few weeks later, one morning the bell rang and it was the time of art history, the north professor time: the class had to reach the courtroom 25 and wait for one before leaving the courtroom. Arrived in class Simone began before together with inseparable Gonzalo. And then there was Lucia in the middle, between the boys, because both did not take ever the book. Behind them, tanned more than it should to be in march, there was Cecilia who had just had a very eventful cruise. The teacher arrived, put her bag, took the call and she began with the explanation. At a standstill of the explanation Simone raised his finger and said, "Prof, do you heard television these days?"
"No," the professor replied dry not understanding where Simone wants to go there.
"Then I tell you there where she, in the remote North, the digital terrestrial has just arrived. I if I were you I would buy a set-top box! ", Simone informed her with innocent air.
Lucia and Gonzalo couldn't help but laugh at this exit off a Bernini and Borromini and the prof could not fail to miss a smile despite her size from icy and mighty warrior.
In the years that followed, though the latter had become more hard and cold towards us and Simone did not understand why, maybe he was never used to always get a smile and was still a baby inside him.
That day there was a discovery, if we may so call it: Gonzalo liked to anyone even if he doesn't was George Clooney – but they liked him . In the course of his growth, Simone had views of cooked and raw and he has seen many girls in the arms of his friend who perhaps wanted him too. In his class there was one that did not hide the feeling for Gonzalo: she was Lucia. Everyone thought that Gonzalo exploited Lucia for anything and even then the time gave reason to the voices: the facts were immediately proven.
It was now late in the day and Lucia and Sandra, her great ally but always great enemies, went out to go to the bathroom. That time Lucia absent-mindedly forgot in the class her cellphone and there was in the character of Simone and Gonzalo meddling more and everything. So they took the phone and it was easy to penetrate in the phone memory. Instead of reading the classics messages, their prey this time was to find out if between the pictures there were some shots a little hot. Right there, at the bottom, there was a folder called "Gonzalo". At that exact moment the two looked stunned and then they pressed by the curiosity: there were all pictures taken from internet, from the site of Gonzalo. He stayed a little on his thinking about how there were people actually they got this far, to take photos to be stored in their phones. But you could see in his eyes that he liked. This was the biggest mistake of Gonzalo: using his beauty to bribe people. But for him the fate was about to make him a surprise sweet-sour flavour and learned not to exploit them more, not to leave them in the middle of the road but to love them and then to know the pain of being dropped in the middle.
Well after the discovery, they sided with the phone in the exact place where it had been left by Lucia and the recitation lasted at least two years, before finally close its doors.
Gonzalo has always been a great actor, he had impressive qualities, he could hide an uncomfortable even years until you are presented with the bill. He knows how you can believe many things and, commercially speaking, he is good at "selling the product", in this case himself. Ultimately, however, he's still an amazing person if you capture his best side.
Lucia came in with that snake of her “friend” and they went next door to the boys. In the same moment Simone got up and he went to Cecilia as he often did, just to play around a bit.
"Then Ceci, who have you done in the ship?" Simone asks as brazen in his usual. "I got acquainted with a Sicilian boy and later that day, we were alone in the room and we did. It was wonderful! " Cecilia retorts naively.
"That's my little piggy! In addition to screwing the world you get the sun, you are darker than usual! ", the boy noted stopping to watch her dark complexion. "Oh Yes. Then there was an evening and I got drunk. I don't remember anything of what I did, I found myself in the room to sleep, " she related content.
Simone in his mind perhaps already knew what had happened, he built a bluey to envy anyone. Talking with Cecilia excited him even if she could be very verbose, she spoke to the point of exhaustion and her naivety was also about things I had better not tell.
Cecilia came from a southern village, she had the rose-coloured skin and her wavy hair made believe to be among the waves. In her eyes it was easy to miss, erotically speaking she had a breast of a three-year-old girl. Simone was often jokes about her breasts considerably small, but she was the girl Simone could fall in love with.
Something could arise between them but fate decreed that both were similar but divided from each other's roads. There were approaches but never completed.
I still remember when Simone, along with Lucia, Gonzalo, Sandra and Cecilia, after school were getting to the station to take the bus. Simone asked Cecilia to kiss him but Cecilia was ashamed, she wanted to stay in a secluded place. Then Simone looked around, he saw a phone booth at a few feet from their friends, he went inside and waited for Cecilia's arrival, but she hesitated for too long. Simone was tired, he did not expect her, but eventually Cecilia thought she was going back and kissing him right there. But that kiss brought the wind away.
Despite the scars that grew between the two to many misunderstandings, they had the same love in their hearts but they never had the opportunity to try.
Cecilia also grew too much for Simone's eyes, he saw a different girl in a short time. She started smoking, she started attending a boy with whom she only shared the bed and had become stingy. Simone could not even warn her of the dangers she was facing.
But on a summer day the wind was hot, torrential, the sky was burning, and that morning both Cecilia and Simone were seizing the school to see themselves: it was a comparison, a clarification. She got to the train and immediately afterwards they walked in search of a bench that they eventually found in a nearby park.
They spoke very intensely, despite the hot heat, and for the first time, maybe, they really did, even though she was always naive.
At some point came that wind blowing a few years before.
"But if a boy wants to kiss you now, how would you react?" Simone asked, smiling.
"A woman does not ask such questions! You act without thinking of a second, "she replied with a grin and smile that might have sprouted a few years ago.
She knew that Simone would have kissed her, or at least she wished him. So without ending it, the boy ran into Cecilia's lips.
They stayed together all the morning, talking and kissing. As she picked up the train and gave the last kiss, Simone knew that that train might have been unconsciously taken by him too, so as not to miss the opportunity given to him by the girl. But he stood there, standing still, looking at the train leaving. Then there was the dream of both, that of finally being united. So doing the days left only bitterness in their mouth, but none of them knew that fate would reappear. This time, however, he could really join them.
They went to a party and drank a lot. Given the inability to go home they stayed to sleep with their friends and found themselves sleeping in the same bed. There was a horrible smell of alcohol and smoke coming from rooms and people: it was really nauseous and in the night one could hear who was vomiting, who spoke aloud, and who gave us sex with them.
Simone and Cecilia spoke up to sleep, but in the middle of the night, both of them suddenly woke up, they decided to have sex and, still under the influence of alcohol, and the inability to hold back to Simon, the relationship was consumed.
Cecilia woke up and began to connect her brain to what had happened in the night. He was afraid he had been pregnant. Though Simone tried to calm her down, she did not succeed. You know, women are too scary and insecure, let alone at that age and with the idea of growing a creature.
So he decided to test, until he came to the visit and denied any positive results. Simone lived with anguish in those harrowing hours, had become an unrecognisable person, was silent, laughed, had become serious. He had a great fear of having done a nonsense, and in his mind the skeletons left by his father were alive. He did not feel ready but reminded himself that he would have done better than his father and that he would not have made the wrong choice.
Fate was almost there, he almost made it but was defeated again. Simone came to know the news, and he rejoiced. He was happier, it was as if he had freed himself from a weight on his stomach, bigger than an anvil. He did not want that son to be a mistake, he did not want to repeat his father's deed.
Cecilia thought that the moment was good, she thought it would have joined both and so the train passed again but Simone did not want us to climb. His heart intended for another, he thought that loving Cecilia was right but he realized he was not his ideal type.
He had done something big now, he had put in Cecilia the idea of being a couple but Simone missed that train, perhaps by purpose, and he saw it disappear again.
The train snorted, it was a rainy day.
Simone turned for the last time and he walked off the train station steps, realizing that the obvious decision was to let her go.
Poor Cecilia, sorry to see her weep and despair! She had taken a great step and perhaps in her naivety she wanted that son. He most likely could have changed his final.
On the floor, young Simone's daggers joined, and during his growing period there were infinity of people who helped him to make him become a man. Certainly one of these was his professor of graphics Matteo Ferrucci.
Ferrucci appeared in the early years of school as a hard man and respectful of the rules, he did not translate to anything. Over the years, in spite of all, his heart melted.
A great life teacher, wise with the camera and ideas, he always knew how to spin you and how to implement what he had in mind. An adorable companion followed him in his adventures, and his German Shepherd Tex and a little girl named Alicia, who came from his previous wife, who died as a result of a car accident. In short, a man in the pursuit of adventure.
Simone was for the Professor Ferrucci a big challenge, like many captains in life. In the early years, he felt a strong frustration of the class over what he loved and for what he taught. The challenge had just been launched, could not leave that indifferent class in the world. It was not in its character.
There was no day when he did not remind everyone of the great mistake we were doing in not listening to his wise counsel, Simone was among the foolish. Simone saw Ferrucci as all the other professors, a servant of the school structure, only good to vote and to judge. But the professor turned out to be different when finally everyone opened up to his ideas and how to do it.
Simone also opened completely and in the last year a good friendship based on esteem and respect for ideas was born.
Even the most wise can happen to fall into a precipice and do not know if, when it comes to the bottom, it eventually wakes up. Love, if you put it, can be bastard and can reduce you to a tiny and insignificant being.
The companion abandoned him without motivation. She decided that it was just so, to run without talking, because she knew how powerful the professor was, his words could again make her fall in love like a high school girl. She left a post-it, attached to the table, writing "I found pleasure in following you, I found joy in seeing how I knew how to love and you knew how to appreciate what I was. I hate to discover that for me it was just an adventure and at the end of a climb I did not want to stay up there with you. I just wanted to get off early and run away, goodbye. "
Ferrucci took some time but eventually she resumed and made it great. Simone saw a different man, suddenly crazy but full of energy and pro-positivity: he had been able to do negativity with a fuel to reinvent positivity.
When the school came to the final stages and there was a maturity exam, Simone had written to the professor for the first night before thanking him for all those years, for having had patience, for believing in him, for having made a stronger and more mature person. She waited all night long, but there was not.
The following morning, Simone came all excited and entered the room where the professors and the commission were. His turn came and, after one of his countless shows, he looked at Matteo carefully hoping for a nod to a glance. There was nothing of this.
After all, something came to mark Simone's life: Ferrucci Matteo, a professor with a thousand facets and shades, got up and headed for Simone and handed him a tie made with a large black plastic cord of remarkable thickness, putting it around his neck.
"Gentlemen! It is necessary to remove the tie in front of this boy, in front of his performance and in the face of his great desire to always challenge others and above all with himself. But most of all, it's about to get rid of the tie because he, like so many, has been one of my biggest wins, one of the most beautiful, "the professor made. Everything is framed by an endless applause.
Both Simon and Matthew had their eyes glistening, the young man did not expect this shot. That professor did not answer in the night just to create a tie, to thank a pupil who, after so many bad things, had made him excite.
Simone thought that the challenge this time had lost with Matteo but for the first time he saw in front of him not a professor but a friend who smoked, with a jeans and a shirt, a headset always stuck in his ear, his Nikon and the passion for adventure: simply Matteo Ferrucci.
It was a rainy day, Simone stepped down the steps, walked long as his mind fell into deep confusion. He did not want to escape that train but at the same moment he did not stop thinking about Emily a moment.
He strongly believed that girl could really change his life. Simone was struck by the moment she made that famous question, so she did not know anything about his life. On the other hand, he did not want to let Cecilia escape, they had shared everything, they had pushed over without taking into account the consequences.
Simone worshipped adventures, he wanted someone to care for his most fragile side and share his growth with a younger girl than him. Emily was perfect.
Emily Marchionne came from a modest family farm. They lived away from the chaos of the city and in the relaxation of nature, her father Benito, in addition to making the farmer, exported his products throughout the region with his truck and every Saturday he was in the market of the city. The mother did not like to stay in the country, she preferred the city noise; for her comfort was first of all, in fact, besides going with her husband on Saturday at the market, she worked as her right arm in a cosmetics company.
Benito and his wife built a beautiful family made up of Emily, his sister Eleonora and a sweet pincher named Alì.
Emily was a pretty girl with the appliance and glasses, her face glittering, slim and low in height. She was not bad but she had her because. She liked to travel, in her eyes you could read it: "rebel spirit." She often argued with her parents, especially because of the problems that the little sister created.
She had struggled hard to have Alì, who felt her an indescribable joy. Thanks to him she could feel free and happy, when they slept together she even spoke as a crazy with her dog ..
Emily had a great admiration for her father. She was always with him, she liked to stay in the truck, and every now and then the Saturday she earned double the money on the market thanks to her talk and her ability to be convinced.
She also loved the mother, but with her it took a long time before getting a great relationship. She hindered her growth path, and made her choices. Emily was always afraid and she was always at a crossroads, her two sides never agreed. This led her to have problems with herself and with others in the future.
On one side there was her rebellion, her being free and frustrated, and then there was the most docile part of her that of great respect for feelings and for people.
Emily was changing and someone had to hide her worst side but no one tried it.
Eleonora, on the other hand, was the opposite of her sister, much more reserved, she preferred to see the TV awake at home, fill her with food and do nothing. She had her companion of friends and never wanted to go further, she was afraid of finding love, something that was totally unknown to her. She did not even like herself, if she remembered it whenever she was in front of a mirror.
She was phobic, she was afraid to become obese, so she decided to go to the gym and join the Montesilvano volleyball women's team where, by surprise, she had become the best of all. she put passion and love in what she was doing and she decided to become a chef one day. Parents, therefore, enrolled in high school hotels.
Eleonora wanted a great deal to her sister, though she sometimes did not hide the jealousy she felt for her, perhaps because she was bigger and also because she struggled to have something she had never understood-love.
She adored her mother and had respect for her father for what she did for her family.
Eleonora has a concept of old-fashioned family to be sixteen, she believes in her strength and this idea could only be passed on by her father as strong as Benito was.
"Time is healer," they told me. Even today I rock it like a necklace between my fingers, rocking with the fear of falling to the ground, with the fear that that time was not really healing but traitorous, as it was the train that maybe had to pass some time before. But you know, the trains are late and then they apologize to you and if they do not go in time, they do not wait. They leave.
Simone then made his decision twice. That day he walked long in the rain, risking the bronchopneumonia, but he came to his choice: he wanted Emily, he wanted to grow, to learn, and to love.
Saturday, February 27, 2010, at 10:45.
The recreation at school played. Simone ran by Emily, he did not want that story end to as it had ended up with the previous ones.
In his desperate run, however, he find a problem: Emily was attending a boy of Simone's age. His name was Matteo, a hairy, shaved boy, the typical guy of girls.
Simone did not want to believe what he saw, he was afraid he was too late and that train had already passed.
Matthew saw Simone as an insect to crush, for him it was all easy: he had muscles and a tough face to envy. Emily liked this.
Simone had nothing from him, the only weapon he could show was sympathy. For the rest you could throw it off. He wondered who would like a guy with long, dirty hair, a neck kefia, a chain in his jeans, his pants down, the total absence of a muscle, and above all the fear he was doing as a mistress.
Emily waited for Simone until 10 and 55 but he left because he believed the stranger had stolen the girl.
Simone could not think of anything else and at 12:27 he thought of writing a message.
"Hi Emy, sorry but before I was a bit busy. I wanted to ask you if this afternoon you would go to see us, will you? " The heart had come in his throat, cold sweat, the fear of being too late.
A few minutes later the answer came. "No, do not worry, no matter what time?"
"Let's do at 16:00 at the station," Simone said, all excited and reassured.