2 DIFFERENT WORLDS -

es forward. No more, I stay where I am, I p

urious crystal glasses and arranging the sophisticated delicacies on the tray so that the waiters and waitresses hired for that typical upper class event would take them all away. I looked at that kitchen full of people running from one side to the other, all focused on doing t

his results in a lawsuit - and has received several awards, being also a partner in a renowned law firm. Henrico is a criminal lawyer and owner of one of the most powerful law firms in the country, gaining recognition by defen

ighing wearily as she finished cutting some tomatoes. I walked over to her and ge

moment," I said, already starting t

pposed to be doing this. And be careful, the knife is sharp." She

t some tomatoes?" She looked at me debauche

at her du

nowing that I wouldn't give up. I watched her sit down on one of the benches scattered ar

y basis. When I started kindergarten, my mother would drive me to work and back, one of her friends would pick me up and drive me to the mansion, which became unnecessary as I grew older and was able to come and go on my own. During this

xation of rich people to cram th

At that time it was horrible, I was still a child, I didn't really understand what was wrong, but I saw my mother constantly desperate and suffering to pay off debts. This wa

high school, I was able to enter a great and renowned school. In the beginning I had a hard time keeping up with the teaching - which was extremely demanding - and another annoying situation was having to deal with my classmates and even students from other periods. The vast majority - if not all - students at the school enjoyed an excellent financial life and l

his mother alone. John passed Law School in a great college - one of the best in the country and located in the city - being, coincidentally, the college I had always wanted to attend. With this in mind, I studied hard, tormented my professors, focused day and night on t

un into my index finger, forming a rather ugly cut. I let out a murmur of pain, watching as blood

mother sprang up beside me, look

g a grimace of pain, going to the

She handed me the paper and I wrapped it around m

help me here?" A girl asked

en and headed for the small bathr

pantry where the medicines and bathroom products were kept. I opened the door and went inside, starting my search again, feeling my finger throbbing more and more.

or, looking at me with the bi

elbows; his tie and jeans were black, and his shoes were dark brown. His

wait a

wh

over-anal

nd came out of the moon wo

d and flashed him a wry smile when he returned to me with his usual serious expression. I turned back to the shelf, thanking heaven that I had finally found the band-aid and the merthiolate. I picked them bot

m, who looked away from the pan

hick subtly husky voic

ng to get the dressing d

ill standing near the door, but now his hands were in his pants pockets and his face remained serious. Rea

nothing. Noticing his silence, I smiled goodbye, ready to leave the place for good. He nod

had said to each other was "good morning", "good afternoon" and "good even

at he didn't like me very much, and the i

arriving in the afternoon, and hardly ever saw John's car in the garage. I finished putting the band-aid o

n the rooms," my mother c

now?" I asked,

ring some snacks that looked wonderful. I took one and received a scolding look. I laughed

mosphere and the always beautiful decorations that were created. Several people were distributed around, all in their luxurious costumes, laughing and chatting, like in the most perfect milk powder commercial. The waiters circulated among the guests with great skill, everything in the most exquisit

ho in turn was keeping one of her own arms wrapped around his wais

making me jump startled from the fright. I looked back immediately, and w

ase than that?" I retorted, making

?" he stopped in front of me with a cock

continuing to look at the event, igno

d my eyes and decided I had better get out of there. I turned my back and walked toward the kitchen, b

ing him a crossed look

t don't usually pay attention to the things that affect me. I just don't usually pay attention to what doesn't add up t

I looked at the wall clock and was startled to see that it read 2:35. The kitchen cleaners were already putting awa

helping" my mother said, appearing to be as tired as I was, as she dried the

showing her palm as if to say that she would not accept being contradicted. We smiled at her and said goodbye to the rest of the people there. The temperature seemed to have dropped a little more after the rain had stopped, and all I could

I was serious. I looked ahead of me and noticed that John and Cassie were saying goodbye to Bryan, who was getting into his car, ready to leave. John and Bryan had been best friends for years, by the time I moved here, they were already close and did everything together "Go over there with your

panied by Cassie, who was waiting for them outside. I assumed that she would probably sleep there. I felt the icy breeze hit my face and hurr