
Cursed nano-spoiled-the words rang so loud in my mind that I could hear all the thought. My parents had arrived just three minutes and had already started to make me the third degree. On the face of my mother reading a profound disappointment. Giampi he sat, looking resigned to the floor, waiting for his doom. After ending our discussion, I turned over my word, followed by long minutes of awkward silence that grew gradually more and more untenable. To break this dreadful silence was the sound of a door was opened and then slammed the heels going up the stairs, looked like firecrackers. Here it is, followed closely by her husband.
"GIANPIETROOOOOOO!" That cry startled us all four. The woman's face was full of hatred, flung it to the child and it yanked.
Her husband grabbed her and tried to calm her, in vain, the commissioner had to intervene and two agents to be able to stop. When they calmed down the hot spirits, to reconstruct the entire each other in the presence of the parents of the dwarf, who took all the credit for what he had done.
We were coming down the stairs directly to the machine and the screams of the mother of Gianpietro continued to ring out loud in the corridors; Giampi stared at the car park, he could not support my eye and went into his car, and I and my family We did the same.
"Ooohh ... my poor Giuseppino so deboluccio and helpless ..." Here she began to treat me like a baby, what irritated me! This was the only time I could be the best and that other nano takes all honors.
The journey seemed endless. When we got to Grantortino I saw that all Gianpietro cheered as a hero and that his parents were even happy hour, his mother a big smile unlined; absurd! Shortly before he was yelling at him and now that half the country celebrates the useless nano, it performs as a trophy on board. I had to be me instead! What injustice! I started walking fast toward the house: if I had seen for much of that scene I started to make a scene in front of everyone.
waited in front of my door that came to a snail's pace and at the entrance, I climbed the stairs and entering the room, slammed the door violently. I threw myself on the bed, where I stayed until the following day, looking at all the story and shed a few tears.
At school all the attention was directed to Gianpietro and I never opened my mouth, I sat on the bench with a blank expression, until the last hour the bell rang, I gathered my things and walked softly toward the house. Gianpietro was about to close, but I speed up my pace and ran home, where I took refuge in my room again where I felt Giampi yell
"Giuseppeee! Come out! I need to talk! "
I tried to ignore it and after about an hour, the screams stopped. I could not think of anything, my mind wandered into the void. He spent a half hour and the ringing of the phone startled me. My mother, downstairs up the telephone receiver and heard talk "is ... I'm going to call him." I heard his footsteps on the stairs ... sounded very heavy ... I seemed to hear even an echo, like in a horror movie ... it seemed like an eternity the time it takes to reach my room. Swallowed, holding her breath, knowing what was going to happen
, staring at the door handle that fell.
With a creak, the door opened and my mother, with no expression, entered
"Giampietro is ..." he said handing me the phone.
grabbed the cordless phone, leaned against the ear and said nothing. My mother went out shortly after studying my face. When he came down the stairs I decided to speak: "What?" I said abruptly and unwillingly at the same time.
"Hey Joseph ... I wanted ... well I find it a bit 'hard to admit ... you were the hero and I want to apologize ... I realize that I have behaved very well and that just was not completely right to take credit of your action, but ... well ... my parents would kill me ... you know? "
" You were not just completely right?! I just do not understand! When ever me an opportunity like that could happen to attract a bit 'of attention on me and move on as a hero? "Began
to appear a bit 'with tears and his voice trembled
"You ruined everything!"
"... excuse me ..."
"It's too late for apologies! Even if you now tell the whole truth is not the same thing. " I could not take anymore, so I hung up.
I had a fight with my best friend and I do not think I could never forgive him, because Giampietro is not easy to forgive a guy, with his ways. Also I was not seen very well in my class because ... to fifteen years to be a fan of Pokémon was not really the best. The game had already destroyed my weak popularity, they have ruined everything! Was Time to move. I began to savagely rip the walls all the posters. There will be plenty to do.
The story is finished! Awards here to return to home.