BREE
People walked around with backpacks hanging from their shoulders, some walked alone, others walked in groups, chatting and laughing. I had seen that image multiple times, I had been there many times, but lately- more exactly since yesterday, everything felt strange. Of course, there are days where things are not so good; days where you might feel a little off or down. Perhaps this was one of those days. It'd pass eventually.
There was a guy in a motorcycle, wearing all black -typical bad boy- the only thing left was a cigarette and a leather jacket. When he got off the bike, his face was at sight. It was the same guy from yesterday. The one that went to my house acting all crazy and talking nonsense. It was sort of sad, though. Mom and Alessandro didn't explain to me much about why
