Im Good Without You

Life was too hard and I had gotten the best part. Unlike my university classmates, my life was full and wonderful. I heard complaints and more complaints, but from my side, I didn't hear anything.

My father was a wonderful man, hardworking and a fighter, and my mother was a high-end pastry chef, as well as a homemaker. Despite arguing, they always resolved their problems. Every day, I worked hard to be an excellent student. I was in the last year of my degree and had teamed up with a nice girl from the city, with a good position and a free spirit. We made a good combination. Despite being a good student, I liked partying, drinking, and having a good time. I'm a free spirit.

Today I had an important accounting exam and I was prepared, so I wasn't afraid. I leave my house at seven in the morning, I like to be punctual. As I'm on my way, my dear Lis calls me.

"JULI!" she screams as she runs to catch up with me.

"Hi dear, why are you running?" I ask with a smile.

"I'm trying to catch up with you, are you ready for the massacre?" she says, smiling.

I smile. "Of course, I studied a lot for that."

"I didn't study anything, my parents will kill me. After studying, I want you to come cheer for my cousin. He's in the last year of administration and he also plays soccer, so we'll go cheer for him."

"Oh no, don't try to set me up. I don't want boyfriends or going out with strangers," I say seriously.

"Alright, I'll accompany you. But let's go, we'll be late," I say as I continue walking.

We walk quickly, I don't like being late. However, I'm delayed because I was talking to Lis. When we arrive at the classroom, the exam has already started, so I receive my professor's angry look. But I don't care and continue my path. I take a seat and the professor hands me my exam paper. Turns out the exam is quite complicated, but I'm not afraid, so I face all the numbers. The forty minutes pass quickly and when I finish, I turn in my exam and leave the classroom. I walk to the cafeteria to wait for Lis. I order a strong coffee without sugar, I prefer it that way. Despite my mother being a pastry chef, I don't like sweet things.

"Lis, how did it go?" I ask as she reaches my table.

"Fucking great. If I keep going like this, I won't graduate," she says, placing her head on the table.

"Calm down, Lis. I'm sure you did well and you're exaggerating. Stop partying so much and start studying," I scold her. I care a lot about her, I love her, she's my only friend.

"I can't, parties call me," she says, smiling.

After finishing the rest of the classes, I send a message to my mother letting her know that I'll be going to a soccer game with Lis. She trusts me, but I like her to know where I am.

When we arrive at the damn game, the team is composed of many monumental-sized guys. They are too tall and muscular. We sit in the stands and when one of the team scores, Lis stands up and starts shouting like crazy.

"THAT'S MY BOY, YOU CAN DO IT EDDER, YES WE CAN!" she shouts excitedly.

I smile as I watch her excitement. American football is a too violent sport. I don't like the sound of bodies colliding when they tackle. I don't enjoy seeing this kind of thing. My phone rings and it's from my house, so I quickly answer it.

"Hello mom, what's up?"