A Beautiful Night
Sofia, Age 13, Basque Country, Spain
It has been a very, very long time since I write in English. I speak in Spanish all the time, I read, I laugh, I cry. When I use each language, I have different views of things, of people and places...
But I shall try to write. To tell a story.
Me and my friends Dani, Irati, Elena and Javi
made our own little fire and began to burn Tokio Hotel pictures. We
heavily dislike this band, and thought it entertaining to watch them
burn, alongside other pathetic musicians such as the Jonas Brothers.
Quite childish, perhaps, but simply beautiful.
We laughed, and as we spoke and giggled and
burnt, I studied my friend's faces and expressions, reading their looks
and admiring every curve of their noses, cheekbones, chins, seeing their
long hair dance in the fragile wind, listening to their voices.
Irati is thirteen, very tall, her hair dark and
not so long, her eyes black, yet glinting, an eternal grin on her lips,
smiles illuminating her full, pale face. She speaks, her words giggles,
aways joking, always playing, she is so full of life, so dreamy, in a
Elena, Elena is simply perfect. Thirteen, very
thin, her hair a dark gold, eyes big and green. Dressed in black, she
laughs, she screams, she shouts... She is my soulmate.
Elena feels quite empty.
And we don't even need to be drunk to have a
He is fifteen. He is lean and tall, his hair is shorter than Javi's or Dani's, blackish, brown. His eyes are of a deep dark brown, his eyebrows are amazing. He laughs quite a lot, yet he does feel cold sadness much too often...
We walk, and he holds my hand, and when we get to the park all four of us lay on the ground and stare at the dark, black night, the sky full of stars, glimmering so, so far away.
And then Steel looks me in the eye.
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