2 Chapter 2

I get bored, I don't even know what I'm the president of the Student Council for, I go to sleep if they keep talking about such trivial things as the schedules or the punishments assigned to the lack of respect for the institution.

"President, what do you think? "Asks the secretary, making me fall to the boring reality.

"I think," I answered, thinking a bit about my answer, "I think I'm going home to sleep, they're more boring than history classes," I said, getting up from the seat and gathering my things.

I had been doing this for almost 5 years and it was always the same, the same problems and the same boring people, giving answers to problems that have not been raised, even though you always try to modify things a little to make them more fun. I grabbed my backpack and left the meeting room, walking down the hallways looking at my feet. It was 5 in the afternoon, I got on my bike and headed to my apartment. As he pedaled, the sun was setting, rushed by the sound of car horns.

I finally got to my apartment, took the bike up the elevator to the second floor and into my apartment, while a large ball of black hair rubbed on my leg.

"Hi Shadow "I said while stroking my dog.

He had always been by my side, even before I had taken him off the street. When I went anywhere, whether it was school, my old house or the park, he followed me, and when I adopted him it did not change much, but that is another story that I will tell later.

I sat on the sofa and let him settle on my legs, I was exhausted, mentally speaking, we were close to leaving school, a few months away from going to university, preparing for graduation and waiting for the final project ( which always lasted almost a week and was to help a public area of ​​the city).

However, the ringing of the phone snapped me out of my trance, I answered without even seeing the number.

"Hi" I answered in a tired voice.

"What's wrong? Wake up" my best friend demanded from her cell phone.

"I'm awake, but tired," I clarified.

"I don't care, come out now," she demands, who did she think she was? I got up from the couch and looked out onto the balcony, I was downstairs, ready to go do any stupidity.

"Really Lizzy?! "I answered by phone" already low" I answered resigned.

Grab a jacket and go downstairs along with Shadow, I wasn't going to leave her home alone. I got downstairs and greeted Lizzy as if I hadn't seen her in years, then she pulled me to walk to the park, according to her, that was going to relax me for a while, we walked while we talked about the past.

When we got to the park, we went directly to the children's area and got on the swings, despite being 16 years old. People looked at us, and some children complained, while we swayed in that childish game. However, when we started talking about graduation, I began to feel a great emptiness inside me, I knew what it was, but I had a hard time accepting it, because whenever something important (and good) happened it would appear.

"What's wrong, Selena?" My friend asked stopping her swinging, while I kept playing, watching the movement of my feet.

"Nothing" I said shrugging my shoulders to downplay it, I didn't want to ruin her day with my problems, however, as the great friend that she was, she knew how to read my every movement and expression, so she reached out and grabbed the chain. my swing to make it stop.

"Selena, I've known you since I was 10 years old, I know very well when you're sad, I know you don't want to feel sorry, but you know I'm not like that, so tell me what's wrong with you.

"What do you think is happening to me?" I asked, staring into her eyes.

"You are depressed, aren't you? I shouldn't have brought up the subject of graduation."

"It is not that" I answered immediately, I did not want him to feel guilty "that topic has been raised all week, and you know very well what happens to me, so stop saying stupid things "

"This always happens to you when something good happens, I know "she said "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.

"And who if?! " I replied " winning prizes and not having parents or relatives to support you is bad, and it gets worse when you see the face of the photographer waiting for your parents to come and you have to tell him that he is not going to come Nobody, because they are dead, and your "stepmother" also died 4 years ago, I really hate to see pity on someone's face just for me " I finally said with a little choked voice.

"What do you think if we go to the store across the street and have a drink?" He said, standing in front of me, holding out his hand.

"Sure," I answered, shaking his hand, I knew well that what I wanted was to talk about something else, something that would make me forget my sadness.

I got up from the swing and walked next to her, while Shadow followed us close to my feet, we walked around the park, and then crossed the street and entered the nearest juice bar. She ordered her orange juice and I ordered a pomegranate, then we sat at the bar and started talking about trivial things.

It was almost seven thirty when we decided to go back to our houses, upon entering the apartment I leaned against the door and dropped down, Shadow was going to run to bed, however, halfway through he changed his mind and lay on my leg , I caressed it to see if it helped me and to show that it was in perfect condition.

After a while he fell asleep, so I tried to get up from the floor without making a lot of noise or sudden movements and left him on his little bed worn out from use, then I went to my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and I dropped in it like a sack of potatoes, I looked at the ceiling of my room painted as if it were the universe and I cried, I cried like when I was five years old, I cried, not because of pain or anger, but because of impotence, because I could not do anything to remove that emptiness of my soul. I was like this for about an hour and a half when I fell asleep thinking how miserable and selfish, I was.

I got up, it was eight o'clock in the morning, with red eyes and full of mischief, with tousled hair and with half my body out of bed. I stood up completely and went to take a relaxing shower, I got into the bathtub, put on some music, closed my eyes and let my body relax with the water, after relaxing, I really took a bath, took away the nagging and the red color of my eyes had diminished to a pale pink.

I got out of my bathroom, put on my underwear, shorts, and a long T-shirt that almost reached my knees, sat down at my comb and started to comb my hair. When I saw myself in the mirror, I almost had a fit, it seemed like I had four eyes. I had not removed my contact lenses because I was crying, I took them out carefully and threw them in the trash, I looked back in the mirror, now I was better.

My eyes were not common, one was electric blue and the other green like the grass of the park, both of very intense hue. When I was five years old, I was in a coma for two months because of my eyes, the world did not know that multiple flashes in the eyes was not a good thing. After that I decided to wear brown contact lenses. I combed my hair and did not wear contact lenses; I had no plans to leave my apartment.

I went to the kitchen to prepare some toast with cheese and strawberry jam and while I was preparing it, Shadow woke up and came to rub my leg, I suppose looking for affection. I put my toast on a plate, got the cheese and jam out of the fridge, sat on my couch and put my breakfast on the coffee table, turned on the TV while Shadow climbed on the couch and made himself comfortable next to me on the sofa. I grabbed my breakfast and started watching TV.

When I finished breakfast, I went to my study to check if the teacher had already sent the email with the parameters of the final project. And yes, they were there, and it was a great project.

The project consisted of using a mannequin to create a deity from Greek mythology to be seen in the municipal museum. Down it said that the gods that were united in marriage would be in pairs.

Persephone, the goddess of spring and the queen of the underworld, touched me, therefore my partner would be the one who will touch Hades. But the joy of my project in pairs quickly evaporates when I see who my partner is.

Angie, we were companions since we were little, but we never got along, and now less, because she considered me her rival. He knew very well what she would do, she would sculpt Disney's Hades, and she would not notice his true description at all.

In that case, and in order not to look bad, I will have to do the two gods. I left my study somewhat annoyed, I picked up the phone and dialed my friend's number, I needed to vent.

"Hi" my friend answered on the phone.

"I want to die" I answered emphasizing the last word.

"Why? "My friend asked in a tired voice, I must have woken her up.

"Guess who I have to do the project with" I challenged her.

"With me? "He said hesitating.

"If I were with you, I wouldn't want to die "I replied dryly.

"Do not tell me that I touched the "thing" "he said with a little enthusiasm.

"Yup" I answered "please kill me" I begged.

"Selena, look at the positive side" she said" at least I won't have to put up with it, thank you for your sacrifice" her joy was partly evident.

"I don't even know what I'm calling you for," I replied.

"Selena don't even think about it "was the last thing I heard, I had to hang up, I didn't want to ruin my morning like that.

I went to my room and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed an almost sheet less notebook and began to make sketches of the two sculptures, I wanted them to look like one. Besides that, I made a list with the materials that I was going to need for its construction. When I finished I got dressed, put my shoes on and got ready to go out; finally I put on some sunglasses to hide the color of my eyes and I spent the whole afternoon looking for the materials for my project.

I arrived at my apartment around 6:30 in the afternoon. I left the materials in my study and went to change to be more comfortable. I made my dinner and went to sleep. The next day just rest and get ready for the project.