Rosseta Donnatiello is a seventeen-year-old girl. She's marvelous, literally and figuratively. Every boy crave her, however she's to bashful to be in relationship. Finally, one day she's forced to go to the party where she meets Emiliano.
Emiliano C...
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It's been a week since I last saw and had any contact with this inscrutable guy. I'll presumably never see him again in my life, moreover he won't remember me.
Virtually nothing captivating happened this week, just a normal week like everyone else.
It's currently Friday evening and I'm getting ready for the race I'm looking forward to. I spend practically every Friday, it de-stresses me and then I drift away with my problems.
My parents are at home right now, it's an indignation, since they're never present. They're usually on the road, several thousand kilometers away from me. I got used to the fact that it means nothing to them, only the amount of money in their account is important.
I jump up from my huge bed and head to the closet to get some clothes on, I won't go dressed like a homeless man.
I don't intend to dress up too much, it's dark and I'll mainly be sitting in the car. I thought it would be a good idea to wear ripped black pants and a plain white top with thin shoulder straps. I leave my long, curly blonde hair loose. I only gently paints eyelashes and eyebrows, in addition, it illuminates the corners of the eyes and on my lips a colorless gloss with a coconut scent.
Just in case, I take my black sweatshirt in case it gets cold. In the evenings it can be really cold, so I prefer not to freeze.
Walking down the stairs, I see my mother in the kitchen, sipping coffee and browsing something in the laptop. When she hears my footsteps, she turns and her face shows an insincere smile that we both know is unreal. We lie to each other that everything is working out, nevertheless this is a mistake.
"Hey honey, where are you going?" She asks an interested voice, I know that she totally doesn't care about me.
Without spoiling the fun, I reply coldly, "To Azaela," To which she only nods, not delving into further conversation.
My parents know absolutely nothing about my racing, only that cars are my main interest.
"Where's Dad?" I questioned, although I suspect that I know the answer to this question.
Mom sucks the air out and rubs her hands over her face, saying, "He went to see David."
My dad was never interested in the house, not even his wife. They were practically not in love with each other, it was evident from them. They could argue about little things every day, and intertwine me with me where I had no part in it.
Once I even found out that my dad didn't want me and he was planning to persuade my mom to get abortion. For them, children are just a waste of time, although my grandfather convinced them, I don't know by what miracle. I just owe him that I'm alive, if it hadn't been him, I wouldn't have been standing here.
