Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Lucy Heinz, I'm 22 years old, I was born and raised in New York City, I'm an architect specializing in interior design, I don't have much to tell about my life since my parents died when I was 9 in a robbery, I went to live in favor of a friend of my mother's house, as I don't have relatives, I don't know much about my parents' parents, they didn't talk much, so I had to cut a double to grow and graduate, I worked hard at three jobs since I was twelve years old, Susy the woman who took care of me was my best friend, she was good people, she had no children but unfortunately she was diabetic and died of the disease, as her house was She herself left me in her will. I worked so hard to support myself, pay for college, eat, dress. Uffa. Speaking like that, it seems that my life would make a movie, but I think it's more about horror, because I don't have any romance.
I even try to have a few meetings here and others there, but they don't go forward.
At the age of fifteen I started working in a cafeteria, the owner there was nice, some of his customers weren't and many times I had to run away from the perverts that surrounded me.
When I was 19 I was returning from college, it was late and I decided to change streets and there on that street, I don't know if it was bad luck or fate, but I found myself in a situation that changed my life.
I looked ahead and a girl was struggling, a guy was forcing her and if it weren't for me, she would be raped in front of me, I grabbed a stick that was there and hit him in the head that fell at the same time.
She, who was all shaking, grabbed my hand and I dragged her out into the street.
After that day we became true friends, she told me that she was coming home from work, she had stayed late working overtime and that she was attacked and dragged to that street, if it weren't for me, the end of the story would have been tragic, but I think it was the two who helped each other.
When I finished college Donatela Stillman was the only friend who attended my party, helped me, gave me affection and friendship, I was looking for a job and she helped me by referring me to her aunt in Lancaster, a city in Pennsylvania.
Gabriela Molina received my resume and immediately called me to work, I sold Susy's house and embarked on this new journey to become the Interior Designer at Ambientare, the largest architecture and designer office in Pennsylvania.
And today I'm here in the city of Lancaster in my new apartment, finishing up my move.
My name is Taylor Salastiel, I'm 22 years old, 1.93 m tall, athletic and strong thanks to American football and the boxing I practice, I've just graduated in finance and soon I'll be sitting next to my father Mauro Salastiel in a of our textile companies, as I am the youngest child, the youngest, the one spoiled by my Bárbara Salastiel and that's why I have my perks, I don't care much about the consequences of my actions since I have the Salastiel money to pay for everything .
I'm fascinated by adrenaline, whatever it may be, racing motorcycles, cars, drinks, women. Oh! And speaking of them, I was betrothed when I turned 17 to Sarah Fallzen, a spoiled, dumb, self-righteous rich girl. But how so? You must be asking yourself! Yes, contract marriage is like that in all of Pennsylvania's wealthy social class, money that when married well becomes more money and so on, my four brothers got married like that and like them mine is announced for next year, with a fat and pompous ceremony that my parents and Sara's family are having.
But you must be thinking what do you mean he's going to get married and he doesn't even love his wife, love is for idiots, even married I can have my lunches outside the house, after all she will be a society lady, a divorce would be a scandal and a breach of contract would be bankruptcy for his family.
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FUTURE
"I told you I could make it to the party."
Catherine speaks as she crosses the street in the small town of Cedar Hill, Oregon.
Her biggest mistake was not looking both ways before crossing the street, just as a sports car was speeding around the corner.
The black and flashy car, because it differs from the inhabitants of the city, ends up hitting the girl, throwing her away.
- Shit, shit... A tall and strong man comes out of there going towards the girl.
"Girl... Girl." He speaks and tries to make her wake up more Cat had passed out.
— Help help me... He screams and some people start to arrive.
— Help, it's Cat, call the fire department... A lady speaks next to him.
"Call her mom...
Another says, the man looks at the wheelchair next to the body and freezes at the worst.
The ambulance arrives taking the little girl to the small hospital in town.
The man with his car goes along, providing all his support.
— I didn't see her, the street was calm. It passed like the flash in front of me and don't bother with the amount I pay everything.
He looks through the window at the nurses running with the unconscious child, one of the firefighters leaves Catherine's chair there beside her and the man who doesn't feel sorry for a person finds himself thinking about what he's done...