Slaps face (episode n.1), Page 2

happens because I have a very careful hearing, I am a sottomarca of secret agent and when mother relieves to the telephone with the Patrician aunt, I put me crouched behind the door and I feel everything. The Patrician aunt, the sister of mother, is one that, also if she doesn't want, you/he/she helps yourself to fall. He/she exactly knows as to magnify the things and as to shoot to zero on the red cross. In family she is considered "the social climber", that without scruples. You/he/she is never gotten married, it passes halves his/her time to take care of his/her physical aspect and the other to bring people to the parties, in the places, faking to be a lot, but very available. Instead he makes only to give the money and it rubs them everybody. After all my father has always hated, because you/he/she has been of my mother "a lady" and if you/he/she is not never him spun of piece. The most serious possible offense for one as Patty, that it instead cares to be considered, that to the center of all the attentions and if someone doesn't look at her/it - open you sky - it is also invented a lot of lies to take revenge. I don't bear her/it, but mother loves her and always recommends him with her. Because my mother is good and cracked, further to be a wood piece. A chocolate, but you don't tell around it, otherwise it removes from me the word.

  The psico has made us the first session as if we were a coppietta that he is about to separate, the neighbors you/he/she has said, I will do her alone. This way I can discharge me and to directly speak. To start, instead, a lot of questions to know the family history. You/he/she has called her this way. Of me, when I/you/they were born, of the grandparents, of my father and of the school. It was very interested to everything, you/he/she is sharpened even some things, on a big block white notebook, as if I were a subject to study. Also I was interested to her. In different way, he intends. I have looked at her as if it were the character of a film, to understand up to where I can entrust me. You/he/she can go, the self-acknowledged one. It has the black hair, short, but with a female cut. It brought some jeans and a black giubbetto of skin. Simple, as me and those as aunt Patty they don't like her, here. It goes to moped you/he/she has said and - mythical woman - even my mother has convinced to give me one of it if I return to school and I make me promote. What such a difficult enterprise is not at all then. If I will want. You/they have always promoted me in the years and without not even giving me nothing. If I/you had to decide I can study him/it, eccome if I am able. The point is that it doesn't go me. For which motive I should hock me? Here, yes for a Beetle perhaps I could do him/it. I want there to think. I have also observed my mother, during the session, he intends. And' different to look at her/it so, from the outside we say. Session close to me, to speak of us and of our life. You sees that her cares it, of me, of my future, of the school. You sees that it is ready to change for helping me. Not that her mistakes, no, but of certain it is some one you break. He/she wants everything, the appointment and the presence, he/she wants from me the maximum one and me I don't know where I can arrive. I must make her a compliment however, if it deserves him/it. You/he/she has not wanted to say an only word on my father. You/he/she has said that of that I will speak me or him, if never him ripresenterà in our lives. The psico has agreed with her. All in point of pen. Woody Allen was us and was also very well us at the end of the scene, when, after that time of thoughts and intense looks, the reflectors are finally extinguished and we have returned a daughter and a mother looking for peace. Nothing howls, nothing reproaches, anybody threat. I felt me a princess. Fig tree. Ok, the self-acknowledged one, needs sometimes these tests to feel me beloved. And here we come to the other problem. And this to the moment only I know him/it, not my mother, neither the psico. The trouble calls Paul. And I like from when I know him/it. That is from the first average. Only that him not me he spins of roll. And' always state my good friend. Certain laughters we are done there, as two fools to take around everything and everybody. He is now wanted to put with Marina, the more somara of the class but also that that it likes to die to the boys, to all the boys let's say him/it. It has us two fear breasts, it is always with the short skirts to make to be admired and the males turn her around as if it were the only female of the earth. If you/he/she is already done three of it, he/she knows him/it the whole school. But for that idiots it is a point of pride to go out with one this way. Paul has told me him. You/he/she has told me that he likes. What he/she takes to try it. Merda. Do you understand him/it, now, because I don't want there to go to school?

  And psico or not psico, have remained therefore, today also to house. It didn't suit me to see Paul that slobbered behind the tettona, when it puts on session in courtyard and all they make around her the ola. And yes, I know him/it, you are also right, so the moped goes to make to be blessed, but in short, to something it also needs to abdicate. My mother has gone out soon. It has the turn to the dawn, poveraccia, you/he/she has phoned me from the job, implored, threatened. You/he/she has said that it cuts me the provisions, that it doesn't make me go out in the weekend. No disco, no cinemas, nothing of nothing. You/he/she has howled as a crazy person. I wonder me that dying patient poor men that will have thought. Who knows. Today it was perhaps one day of those when nobody is brought to the ready help. I don't know, there will be also a day this way! But it is not one problem of mine. Have I been immovable, hard as a piece of stone (all mother of mine, but from someone I will also have taken no?) and I have put down the cornet. The telephone has kept on playing, to play, to play. At all I am stupid. I have not answered anymore. At the end you/he/she is stewed. And happy and rejoicing eccomi in front of the computer to look at Sex and the city, smoking as a crazy. Free as the air. Finally. And then it has happened. Would you believe it? And' it happened one of those things that raise you the sleep for years. A fear I/you/they are taken me that raised. I have felt the door of house open. Slowly. I have thought about my mother that came to take me for the shirt before and to bring me to school, then to a thief. I have extinguished the cigarette, the computer and I/you/they have been immovable. Firm behind the door with the jail cell in hand, ready to call the police. I didn't know really that to do. And if a gang type mechanical orange was entering? What could I do me? If you/they had violated me and done cut asunder, hidden in the refrigerator and done throw in the garbage? My mother as if you/he/she would be gotten by? Would you/he/she have gone for years guest to "Who has seen him?" to ask news on me or would you/he/she be resigned, doing think that I was alone run away from home? It is all right, I exaggerate. And' that I also see me too television, the evening, when I annoy me or better too many film. However you/he/she has come me a funk, from I unpack, here. Instead who see you cross little by little the saloon as if same walking on a mined ground? No, you would not believe it. I would not even have believed there if you/they had told me him. Instead yes. Just him. My father with attached handbag twenty-four hours, pink panther air. Plushy and unarmed. In poverty, I would say, low, but also always him. My father, is moved almost me and you/he/she comes me the lacrimuccia to the eye, but while I am being about to fling I spill me of him as a thirsty that he finally sees the water, that instead of jumping me to the neck and to fill me with kisses - I am be liked from crazy - you/he/she has looked me as if the clandestine ditches me. Reproach air and cold. A lot of cold.

  "Julia, that you do us to house to this time?"

  "Cazzo! Have you made me take a fear, dad, but that fear. That you do us you, here?"

  "It moderates the language ragazzina, you know him/it that you must not say parolacce."

  Here, as they are been his/her parents. Do you understand because they make to go out of sense his/her children? They always have the knife from the part of the handle and they turn the omelet. It enters in my house and of his/her/their mother without even not asking the permission as a thief - and you/he/she should be been ashamed - however, in an instant, faster than the light, ago his/her Copernican revolution. You/he/she is just taken back by the trauma you/he/she has understood that you/he/she had to do me cracked and you/he/she has attached immediately lead
s her/it, style father for well. As usual. And' entered my room, with a general walk to the military parade and you/he/she is looked around. And' whitened even more. Ok, is true, it seemed that the thieves had passed seriously: undone bed, done open closet, dress thrown for earth, but am I a teen-ager in short, will I have the right to my chaos no? There was also the ashtray full of stubs on the bed, but luckily you/he/she has not seen him. And then it didn't seem me the proper moment to start making the great dictator. The moralist, really him that you/he/she has abandoned me this way.

  "You should be to school to this time. Have you made saw? And because you don't answer to the telephone? What is this country house? Have you smoked true? You immediately open the window."

  Cazzo! I have understood at that time only him. It was him to the telephone before, not mother. That's why: he/she wanted to be sure not to find anybody. And it was him in the house now, in that house that had been his, you/he/she had been ours and where it now walked as an