It was a morning when I was in such a tired mood...
My Wattpad stories were being read
I re-read the stories and poems I wrote years ago.
Maybe V.woolf was too much for teenagers
Really!
What do teenagers understand about Virginia Woolf?
I wasn't going to achieve the success of the dark high school or 3391 kilometers
My first client in private school was Atakan, he was the only child of a wealthy family.
His family met all his financial needs, he had his own car and expensive clothes.
What was missing in his life was attention.
His parents didn't make time for him.
He was spending his life watching clips in his room, he wasn't studying, we were chatting in class and I felt that he was incredibly hungry for conversation.
when he comes home
-How was your day? There was no one who asked, and he was afraid of having a relationship with the opposite sex.
The same situation was valid not only for Atakan but for all students of the private school.
We provided all the opportunities he wanted at every parent meeting, he is studying in a private school, we pulled a car under him, what more can we do, sir?
Parents who said they did not think their children needed to chat.
We went to the cafe with Atakan and other teenagers after class.
The owner of the place looked at me strangely, I guess he was intrigued by the fact that I was an adult hanging around with so many teenagers.
We asked for four hookahs and took deep breaths from our cigarettes and blew them into the air.
I invited young people to my house, the first package of powder should have been free
Diyar would also come.
Meanwhile, he was in big trouble, he was beaten badly on the wall of the cemetery where he sold powder.
That area was owned!
He couldn't go on sale. His father was under arrest for murder and they were having trouble making ends meet.
He had to find a job.
I gave him the siftah I bought from Atakan.
He wanted to get more money from me and the way to do this was to make me be with his young girlfriend.
The strange thing is that the girl was also satisfied with yesterday.
According to the laws of this country, the punishment for having sex with a teenager was a closed prison.
Who knows, would they blackmail me after being together?
He was saying that he didn't like his girlfriend and that she was too fat.
Last week, the girl managed to catch my eye with her short shorts, which remained with me.
I smoked weed to get rid of a severe headache in the morning.
While I was sleeping at night, my blood sugar was falling rapidly, so I was saying hello to the new day with a migraine attack every morning.
-I don't think it's ethical to be with someone in exchange for money, Diyar, I said.
-Selling weed to young people seems ethical, coming here from England to do missionary work also seems ethical, but isn't it ethical to be with a young girl for money?
"She won't be with you willingly," Diyar said, "because you are as old as her father."