Angel (2)

Monday, 2011

It was a beautiful sunset, Miguel was heading towards his residence with a bag on his back, a folder in his hand and an apprehensive face.

'Sigh ... Even though I know I need to do this, I still feel very bad ... In addition to needing to lie to my parents, I had to deceive my favorite teacher and expose my situation to my best friend. If my plan fails, the least I deserve is a spanking ... It will be the first one I take from my parents, and it be more than deserved. But in any case it is good that I have a friend like Fabrício who, even though he did not agree, helped me and supported me. '

Thinking of some ways his plan could go wrong, and imagining a possible plan B and C, he arrives at the door of his house, goes to his room to take his medicine, a bath and change his clothes.

'I will do the things I do every day today, and tomorrow, when dad finish breakfast to go to work, I' remember 'the paperwork to sign and explain that it is about the authorization renewals for not participating in physical activities , I deliver the first page as a "real" one, with the other pages below being the documents asking for parental permission for part-time work. That way he will have less time to think about reading everything.'

'It's great that the job I was interested in before is still available. In a way, I will still be respecting my parents' wishes not to try too hard, as it is an idle job at the library reception. I shouldn't feel so bad, right? '

Reflecting on his plan during the bath, with his heavy conscience, Miguel does his homework, prepares dinner for when his parents arrive from work, and goes to his room to sleep.

Being a little anxious about his plan, Miguel spends the night tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, until his parents arrive home. Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, he concentrates again on pretending to be asleep, so that his parents don't worry about his rest.

"Sigh .. Another day of work completed." Miguel's father says while twisting and massaging his neck and breathing out of his lungs.

"Is Miguel asleep?" looking at the door of Miguel's room, the mother starts to head for the room.

"It's late, of course this one. Take care not to wake him up."

Opening his bedroom door, Miguel's mother asks in a whispering voice.

"Miguel, are you awake?... Hey, Miguel?"

Without having an answer, her mother takes a deep breath, and closes the bedroom door, but when she was inches away from closing, she opens it quickly again, and observes a little more, but seeing that there was no movement, she begins to close it by doing the minimum noise as possible. Seeing that he was safe, Miguel runs to the door of his room, and puts his ears to the door, to try to listen to his parents' conversation.

"... don't you really think he overheard our conversation last night?" the mother asks in a low voice.

"As I said before, you are worrying too much ... Because of his condition, he can't stay up too late." says his father, sitting at the table for dinner.

"It's a little strange that he asked to start part-time work again, right after our discussion." sitting at the dinner table, the mother begins to eat with a concerned look.

"Nonsense to worry. By the way, don't you think we should tell him?" asks the father, putting a fork of food in his mouth.

"It makes no difference to keep a secret, in a few months, at one time or another he will find out.. Is it okay to tell him now ... Maybe on the weekend, he won't go to school?"

"It could be ... But I was not referring to the pregnancy, but about his condition."

"Don't even think about it! There is no point in filling his head with news from incompetent doctors! We need to seek help from a third doctor who understands what is going on, and who has treatment! A doctor who is competent!" whispering louder and frowning, the mother seems to be very dissatisfied with the father's comment.

"Sigh .. Okay, let's finish eating and rest."

Behind the door, listening to his parents' whispers, Miguel finds himself thinking about what was discussed, and returns to his bed.

'What were they talking about? Is there a problem with me besides the ones I already know? It seems that I will need to find out for myself ... I will try to solve the money problem with the arrival of the little brother first. '

"UAHHh, bedtime" whispers Miguel in his bed, closing his eyes and lying on his side.

Tuesday, 2011

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

'UAHHh ... Okay, it's today ...'

Waking up the next day with his alarm clock, after getting up and starting his routine, Miguel heads to the kitchen later than usual, pretending to be up late.

"Good morning dad, good morning mom"

"Good morning son." Both respond while eating their breakfast.

"Did you sleep well?" Asks her mother with a smile on her face, but unable to hide her dark circles.

"Yes, and I woke up late because of that hehe" Miguel replies already putting a piece of bread in your mouth.

"Finish eating right away to go to school."

"OK." Miguel responds with his mouth full.

Finishing his breakfast without much conversation, Miguel grabs his bag and runs out of the house.

"Bye mom, bye dad, I need to run because I'm already late. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, son, I love you."

"Bye, son." Your parents respond.

About 10 seconds after closing the door, Miguel opens it again with a strong push, demonstrating a hurried face.

"What a fright. Did you forget something?"

"Dad, mom, I almost forgot, but I need your signatures for that physical education documentation, can you sign quickly?"

"Tsc, could have asked for it earlier." his father replies, taking the papers and starting to read the first page.

"Sorry, I woke up late and forgot." Miguel replies with a little apprehensive face and his heart beating faster.

"What happened, darling? Why that face?" Upon noticing a discomfort on Miguel's face, his mother asks.

"I'm really late. Can Dad finish reading fast and sign?" Not stopping his father from reading so that it doesn't sound too strange, Miguel hurries on remembering his delay.

Not paying much attention to Miguel, his father finishes reading the first page and turns to the second.

'Okay, it's over. Start backup plan. ' Miguel trembles and accepts his fate when he sees his father turn to the second sheet.

However, when turning to the second leaf, he passes the eye without reading, turns to the third, looks again without reading, and continues just passing the eye on all the leaves.

"Okay, give me a pen," his father says, extending his hand.

"What?" Miguel asks with his voice tuning and shaking.

"Is your voice still cracking? Quick, pen." bringing his hand closer and raising his eyebrows, his father insists.

'Oh sorry. That was not my voice breaking, it was my heart wanting to get out of my throat, along with my reflux. '

"Cough Cough ... I forgot to clear my throat. Here the pen." Miguel opens his bag and takes out a pen.

Finishing signing all the papers, his father hands it to his mother, who also begins to read the first page.

"Seriously mom? I'm going to miss the first class. Just sign quickly, please."

"It will be your fault for waking up late." the mother looks into his eyes for a few seconds, takes a deep breath and takes the pen to start signing. Miguel could not say with certainty, but for a few moments it looked like the your mother's eyes narrowed a little.

"Here, hurry up, but be careful when crossing the streets." Finishing signing without reading, his mother hands over all the papers.

"Thanks, bye again" taking the papers and organizing them in the bag, Miguel runs out of the house, without looking back.

When staying a whole block from his house, Miguel with a red face lets out the breath he was holding.

"Siiiiiiigh"

'Shit, I did it. I feel like a criminal salesman doing a married sale, but I did it. '

With a happy but restless face, Miguel heads towards his school.

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