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and I realized he was wearing the
purple T-shirt I had gave him for
his birthay.
-You should sit down. Please.-
-What is it Jake? Are you okay? I
was worried! You know you can
tell me everything and I will
always be by your side, Jake,
please..
-I’m sick.
-What do you mean you’re sick?
You have a stomach ache? I can
make you some white rice don’t
worry about that, it’s okay.
-You don’t understand, I’m
sick...I...I am...sick...really sick.-
And there, I understood. He had
told me about it sometimes. A few
weeks ago he had to go to Dublin
to get some tests done because his
g r a n d m a u s e d t o h a v e a n
uncommon genetic illness and all
his family members had decided to
get this analysis done, even though
the risk was very low. I counted
the days and it all matched; when
he vanished away he had just come
back from Dublin to get the
results. I imagined the worse and I
bursted into tears. He noticed and
sat down by my side.
-I...
- We c a n g e t t h r o u g h t h i s - I
interrupted him, bitterly crying–
We can move to Dublin and I can
get a job there and with the money
and my savings I can pay you the
best treatment in the world and be
happy. I don’t care about college I
can run away. This things happen,
life sucks but we can get through
this, we can get through this, we
can...
And he kissed me. Belive it or not,
it was our very first kiss. I liked it
and I hated it at the same time.
Cause it was a goodbye kiss. We
both had just realised how
impossible to carry out my words
had sounded. We had been “not
even dating” for three months and
quite more. How were we
supposed to move in together and
hold on a situation like that?
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Anyway, I begged him to take me
with him. Maybe I didn’t have
enough strenght for an issue like
that but this is the kind of stuff that
makes you strong, isn’t it? I would
have taken my suitcase and run
away with him till the end of the
world, of course I would have. But
he didn’t let me.
***
Here we are, together, in the same
room. Both wearing purple. Both
looking into each other eyes. Can a
look be endless? I guess so. I could
be here swimming into the green
for ages. He approaches to me. I
am so confused. And he hugs me.
And I hug him. Right in that
moment, I could feel something
inside me, a flower blossoming in
my heart and those hearbeats going
up nonstop. And then he whispers:
-You. You are my favourite colour.
Accèssit 3-4
THE DRIVER
Autora: Núria Ticó Pifarré
4t ESO A
I was woken by the sound of
horns, the horns of angry drivers
starting their miserable lives. I
hate cars! It‟s six o‟clock in the
morning and the stupid, angry and
selfish drivers won‟t let me sleep,
I don‟t get it, how can people start
rushing at these hours!
It takes me a few minutes to
realize where I am; the smell of
old bacon, the sight of dirty dishes,
the claustrophobic feeling of my
small apartment... I feel the rage in
my body, the anger of being this
miserable, living in an apartment
w i t h o n e r o o m , e v e r y t h i n g
crumbled, full of piles... I could
also see my dirty bathroom, and
my wardrobe with no doors all
messy and with no clean clothes. I
lived in a one room apartment, in
which each corner had humidity in
it and nothing worked
It wasn‟t always like this; I used to
live in a big house, with five
rooms, a wife, a happy family...
But one day it started to go wrong,
I got fired from my job, I started to
get angry, my wife decided that
she didn‟t love me no more and
she asked for divorce. She got
everything, my house, my money,
my children, and my happiness!
And now I‟m left with a crappy
job, in a miserable apartment with
a broken bed that makes my back
ache, the smell of humidity, dirt
and the sound of the cars in the
road that doesn‟t let me sleep. And
to top it all I have no money. I
wish I could do it all again. I‟m
tired, tired of my life. The only
thing that helps is my whisky,
which is there every day.
The only thing I have left now is a
lame job, a job I could get out of
pity, the only job I never looked
forward to working on. A taxi
driver, I drive lazy people around
town because they are too lazy to
walk. But I can‟t complain
because that‟s what helps me put
some food on my table...
I had no food in my fridge, and I
had to go to work. But I decided to
go have food first, my boss could
wait. I get out of my apartment
into the noisy and smelly road.
The smell of fuel makes me feel
sick, and the sound of cars doesn‟t
allow me to hear the birds. I miss
the sound of the birds, the quiet of
the street I used to live in and most
of all I miss the fresh smell of
flowers. I miss the smell of
pancakes that my wife used to
make me in the mornings, the
screams of my children waking me
up, the feeling of the happiness...
Thinking about my old happy life
made me feel angry, so I started to
walk faster, bumping into other
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