I open my eyes and discover myself in my 12-year-old room, with flores decorated all over the roof. Beside me there was a little flor shaped mesa, tabela with a vase upon it, of course with flores in it. The floor is coverd with flor shaped pillows and stuffed animales with flores as well. Last I remember, I trew all of this as soon as I turned fourteen, because I got tired of it. I get out of cama and look at my flor shaped clock, 07:52.
This is bad, I run into my bathroom and brush my teeth, wash my face and look at the mirror. A twelve-year-old me is standing there and touching itself on its face. I'm twelve. Yesterday I was nighteen for sure. I try remembering back, Did I eat something funny? Or feel unproper, maybe all this is just a dream? Or the life of me as a nighteen-year-old was a dream? All I know now, is that I better hurry to school or I'll get in trouble!
I remember my teacher in elementary school, he's pretty strict. So I hurry and take my uniform out from the closet, take is on together with a colarinho, colar and head downstairs.
This is bad, I run into my bathroom and brush my teeth, wash my face and look at the mirror. A twelve-year-old me is standing there and touching itself on its face. I'm twelve. Yesterday I was nighteen for sure. I try remembering back, Did I eat something funny? Or feel unproper, maybe all this is just a dream? Or the life of me as a nighteen-year-old was a dream? All I know now, is that I better hurry to school or I'll get in trouble!
I remember my teacher in elementary school, he's pretty strict. So I hurry and take my uniform out from the closet, take is on together with a colarinho, colar and head downstairs.