It was Sunday morning, the weather was cloudy, she was looking at that beautiful view of a beautiful cloudy day was also having a hot coffee, wrapped in a blanket, and of course was with his thoughts as if it were divine company and was wondering how she was standing there paralyzed by the sight and the fumes of her coffee until then, heard a soft voice from her saying:
-Come on! said your mother.
She looked with a sarcastic look, continuing to drink that coffee, and her mother said one more soft look:
- Let's go, before it starts raining.
She didn't want to leave that beautiful view, and that beautiful coffee, but she had promised go then she got up, took the blanket off her body, and said with sarcastic look:
-Come on then.
Her mother looked at her with an angry look because she was wearing polka dot pajamas.
-We'll only go if you change your clothes.
She changed her clothes, put on a ripped black jeans, a simple white blouse, a leather boot and a leather blouse. Her hair was clear and curly, her face was pale, her eyes were light brown, her smile was lovely.
She looked like a normal girl going out with her mother on a normal Sunday, only she didn't expect that on Sunday he did too would.
He was in the car waiting for her and his mother, he looked at him with a cold and calm look, it seemed that he planned to do something. They were almost at their destination, she looked out the car window that road, inside the car was a total silence when suddenly, she heard a cold, hoarse voice say:
Well, it looks like we're here.
There was something special about that place a park surrounded by beautiful white flowers, she worshipped white flowers, when suddenly someone came from behind the tree was Jean. Jean was tall, had a mysterious and cold look, she looked at him staring into Jean's eyes. Jean was a little intrigued With the unnoticed look, yes, he realized that he had been noticed, not that he didn't want to, but Jean understood.
Jean came quickly towards her, tried a conversation, but she didn't pay much attention, so Jean was frustrated. Jean was the kind of person who likes to attract attention.
She was moving away quickly from Jean, she felt uncomfortable with Jean's quick action, until then, she left.
When she arrived at your house, she noticed an anonymous message, She didn't quite know how to react, she just read the message and thought about what she was going to write, with trembling hands, she said:
-hello.
-It's me, Jean, I think you don't know my name. I'm the guy from the tree. Said Jean
She was surprised, and began to think how He would have gotten your number.
-ah, how did you get my number?. She said, as an intrigued expression.
-well, it was your Mom. I said Jean.
She was furious at her mother's action, she didn't know how to react, and simply ignored her illustrious cell phone.
It was night, she was feeling lonely and sad, didn't know how to react, didn't know what to write and much less what to think I just thought about what to think, until you had an idea:
-well, I think I'll read it. I said bored.
The night was coming to an end, she fell asleep in the fantasy of her book.