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We got off the bus and continued on our way talking about everything and nothing.

"You have siblings. I say first

-Yes I have a very energetic sister. He told me with a smile that showed he had a lot of affection for her.

- Ah good me my brother he is energetic on his console otherwise he only comes out to study after the third reprimand from my mother.

We both laughed and talked so much that without me even realizing it we had already arrived in my personal hell which was where I lived, to my greatest misfortune.

"This is where I live. Say I

-Agree tomorrow. He said to me with a big smile as he left.

-Bye."

Before entering my house, I took a deep breath to give myself courage because I felt that the storm would rumble inside as soon as I entered. I put one foot in front of the other and began a slow walk.

I went inside and found that my mother hadn't come home from work yet so I took a deep breath and relaxed. There was my father on his chair and my brother probably still in his room. I took my tablet and took advantage of the hour of pleasure I had left before the storm.

As I present it to you, you must think that I hate my mother, whether she hits me or whatever, except that I don't. She just tells me this and that what I have to do this and that and she lectures me for an hour. And above all make me a list of all my faults and tell me that I must not have any and tell myself... and lecture myself... and prevent me from breathing... She does not hit me or don't insult me ​​but she belittles me tells me what I should be and do without my having to say anything. I do 6 different extracurricular activities in addition to lessons, the baccalaureate, homework... I saturate more and more each year. But the good thing at least is that my parents are rich so no worries about money or thinking about scholarships for his future, I would always have a rescue net but don't imagine that we will all m 'offer no I have the right to everything... what my mother accepts that I have . I free myself from all this stress that they put on me by watching videos, series or listening to music the things they can't control me to do in these things I feel normal like all these young people who are have fun with their friends, who have free time. What I dream of having.

Come to think of it, it's been so long since I've felt like myself with this teacher. And strangely I miss it when it's only been a few minutes since I saw it. I have a twinge in my heart that tells me I want to see him again.

While I'm thinking about him and my life, I hear the keys in the lock saying that my mother is home and that I'm going to have to leave this bubble of tranquility.