At that time, I liked to take refuge in the woods instead of doing homework. I did not have to do is go home, put the backpack lunch and then there were two things that fill my loneliness. TV, or the green that surrounded my house. TV soon I stufai. Mom worked hard to keep and was away until evening, I was ready enough to always find the room warm in the microwave. Every day before the stroke of the bell looked out the window from my feast waiting for the lesson ended, searching the trees and chestnut trees are larches which had not yet lost their leaves. And yet the autumn had arrived. Yet every day I had to fill that void and pushed me into the forest, dense not to remember that the school had begun to forget my classmates that I was not so different from the animated figures. Explored new areas every day, provided all the details on a map very rough but it made me feel special to the explorer. There were so many interesting things in the woods, colors more strange fungi, insects of all kinds, the pungent smell of the wood was rotten and when there was a little 'wind the forest sang like an old man flushed he feels the breeze. But everything was bland compared to what was to happen later. He, my friend, I met him at leisure while watching a strange stone unusually smooth that I had found the day before in the undergrowth. He seemed very interested in my rock, and so we started talking, I soon discovered that this little boy was sitting at a banquet of some class in the more than mine. Initially our meetings were limited to recreation, and I must say, that fascinated me. He was very sure of himself, could be distinguished from other kids seemed to be full of energy unknown to me. It did not take long for him invited to the home, was the pretext of doing homework after school, but in reality both in speeches every time we lost the most diverse. There was talk of the professors, we spoke of our families, but then one day when all the talk was saturated and obviously unfinished tasks were proposed to him to follow me into the woods.
The woods seemed to me then make a new life a new form, what I had already seen and reviewed with him by my side took an unexpected turn, a new story as if I had different eyes. Sometimes it did not seem the same again now that the wood and the colors of autumn give way to winter does not even seem the same. Then time passed and inexorably turned the evening, he had to go, at home I mean. At that moment I came back inside an empty, melancholy sadness. He was my friend became my reference point and really, I was just a little kid but life seemed less bitter with him. His views fascinated me so much that before I fall asleep the list of things that I could analyze it with him. One day, took a particular fact, my classmate told me that he was my friend, my dear friend had a bad reputation. There were rumors that he was a bit 'violent and that there was a guy you can trust; recommended little short. These items were in my ear during a week when he was forced at home for the flu. I stayed pretty bad for those statements but I did not go to see him because I had never set foot in his house. Finally One afternoon he presented himself before the door of my house and his vision enough to realize that I do not care anything about the rumors I had heard. He was my friend and I we were good, he comforted me gave me confidence that I calmed down. Filled my afternoons and knew about many things. What did it matter if someone had warned me? From what? In the winter, we had fun with the snow, but unfortunately, the votes are not raised by 'failure curavamo but we are not there much. My mother had no time to go talk to the teachers, the parents of my friend, well I must confess that I've never seen, I have always spoken with great interest, but often I had the impression he was lying. Never mind I did not want me enough to investigate him, he could find and I could pass along some nice carefree afternoons. So it was until last spring, the Christmas party that year spent in the long-awaited second floor. I only care my friend. I remember one day he came to see me with a carton of chocolate new new, I do not know where he had taken, but I was moved when I heard that he wanted to share it with me. We were out of everything and everyone, me and him, time passes, the world could also be a smelly place to live but we had only had him with me. And then the world can never be so stinking with a friend. During the spring we had long walks, long long, The days stretched the air was crisp and warm, the pages of our notebooks always white but that was fine. Well suited to a certain point because then came the summer when we were both rejected, I did not immediately account the consequences of this. I only know that one day he came to me and was very sad, I remember that I had not the courage to ask him anything parargli. We greeted the morning with melancholy. The next day did not turn up and never came over to my door and I like a fool I had figured it would end like this. And he, my friend, I have not seen again, now I know that I should investigate more about him, now more mature and I realize that I must not miss it, the unspoken words burn me. To fill that void inside of me still there but now that I am a man so many ways to fill it, hatred, alcohol, drugs, smoking. Fortunately, I keep away from all these things, maybe that I differ from all my former classmates grew up and I hope that this differs too, my friend.
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