Implied Mystery

Initially, never it was of my intention to leave the next registered lines, but the measure became necessary that the destination was uncurled. I do not have choice, is necessary. The human beings are indefinitely imprisoned to its proper unconscious dirty, as enslaved ones of its proper minds. I never waited that something thus could be my nightmare. Oh! Cursed error. I never wanted this, or at least part of me, however he seems that the things never are as we want. This nightmare started of an abrupt form, mine better friend had been assassinated in the bathroom of the school. Nobody understood as somebody so gentile can be so brutally hanged and as this assassin obtained to run away without being noticed.

I cried, however the tears had drained and soon they had dried and a hatred took account of me. I needed to discover such villain capable to execute a so amiable person. He was convicta of my ideals and he would not go to leave to intimidate me; he would discover to any cost the individual malvolo, author of that disaster, and would pay for all curse that causes me e, mainly my friend. Perhaps, it was committing a great mistake, however, my obsessive determination was not left to influence, it wanted the cost all to all discover the doubtless truth of that maleficent crime and it would not leave that such fell in esquecimento and if became obsolete. I decided to start to investigate e, immediately, I distrusted of the caretaker, lately it walked very cabisbaixo, as some thing was hidden and passed some days without going to the school, in the week where my friend had been assassinated, it she walks frequent for the corridor, in which the bathroom was located. Then I was to inquire. I asked to the director if in the day of the murder the caretaker would have IDO to the school, therefore with all the confusion finishes losing my book of Portuguese, fictitious history, is clearly, however my intuitions were missed, the caretaker were not to the school, which had to one strong grippe.

The Children

Some of my friends had made question to demonstrate its reprovao, leaving of close to the improvised wheel, worried excessively to use to advantage this moment of descontrao. As soon as I made that yes with the head to start, some children had quickly raised its hands, anxious to have its answered questions. Starting for age order, I imagined, by mistake, that the question of new would be most easy. It surprised me to Oscar at its question, however. – As it is to be the last adult with a heart of really? The children had looked at the small boy of eight years, without hiding its surprise, and later they had returned its attention for me, waiting for my reply.

My lips if had bent in a sad smile, with souvenirs that many times I begged so that they left my mind. – He is solitary. Very solitary. I answered, without finding better words to express the feelings that if possessed of my heart. – Solitary as? – one of the children inquired curiously, with a confused look and patched? It is because others do not exist that nor you? – Yes and not. I answered, trying to find a way to explain it felt as me. After one soon pause, I continued? My parents had been despaired when I ran away from the procedure for my transplant of ciberntico heart.

They had found that I was wild. Some years later, I was declared died for the authorities, that said to be impossible somebody to survive for much time displayed to the virus. According to them, my heart would have to be degnerated in few years. – But then you do not possess no implantation? one of the children asked, with a curious look. Freeing one soon laugh, I made that with the head, causing great agitation does not enter all the gifts in the wheel.