As you have noticed vein appeared, but not Lost Hope. In that story, I'm stuck at a standstill and wonder what to do. Anything meaningful at the moment does not come into my head, so sorry.
C and m e n of Æ t S a m of t n t of c and
Parts II
I went into the store in which I had furnished their own facilities. Przytargałem there formerly an old couch and coffee table, which, after repairing one leg proved to be very stable. This place was designed to rest after training. The only door that there were led into the hall, which was much higher than the gyms at the best colleges Tokyo. Walls covered with graffiti capture the soul of the place.
peaceful calm was interrupted by the creaking of a door which is reinforced through the store carrying an echo, its frequency podrażniło my ears. Turned is to look at the perpetrator of the noise. On the threshold stood the terrified girl, the same who earlier burst of Ino. I was furious that someone dared to violate my asylum and had no intention to suppress it in themselves. Do not count now that it is new, the amount of such a fact is never counted. It has extremely lucky that it hit me. Others probably would not be her masterpieces. I measured her cold gaze.
- What are you looking here? - Looked at me wide-eyed, paralyzed with fear. In the pale moonlight traces of tears on her cheeks glistened lightly. I felt a twinge of regret. I realized that without my help this girl will not stand here too long. At this point, after living abroad a real society, one must be able to cope. She can not, and if nobody do not teach, do not survive. - I asked. I expect a response. - My voice was like a razor, but wanting to help her I had to be brutal. Otherwise never have understood the local rules. Would be too weak to even refuse, and then getting staczałaby below. Would take to drugs or alcohol, then sell the body to measures to get it. Already, not once looked at people who just ended. There are plenty of them here. I see them every day and never pulled out my hand. This awareness, I've always been merely an observer ...
- J-i pp-just ch-u-want somewhere to escape. - Her voice interrupted my thoughts. She had a nice melodic tone, but the stuttering spoiled the charm. I was aware that afraid of me, but I also hope that someday this will change. I stood before the election, and again to help her break the most important principle governing the the world or destroy matter how you look at life. I watched her in silence, seeking answers to the question: Is it worth it to do it? Her pink hair was associated with a small ponytail at the back of the head. Green eyes were full of fear and resignation. Short skirt, shapely legs unfolded. Shirt was so small that unfolded half belly girl if she wanted to draw attention to the navel ring. I shook my head in disgust when assessing her breast for far too long. I stopped looked at her raspberry lips, which now trembled with fear. I made the decision. I knew I could lose a lot and gain very little, but I did not want to always look. I did not want it ever to become a mother and child is hurting, just like my mother to me.
- though. - I quit and went to the hall. Turned on the lights. Next I was surprised that the city authorities here still send electricity. Against the opposite wall was brought equipment from one lockable gym. The center of the room was empty, I served as a dance floor. Of course, not some ordinary, and breakdance'a. I was hoping to become a once famous, show people what my feelings with it. Dancing was my life. He only gave me strength each day to put the next step. Traffic
head commanded the girl to follow me. In her eyes I noticed the admiration and something like longing. It was different from me .. and it very much, but was connected us something that others were unable to comprehend - life in a world without illusions. I stopped at a rack of barbells. Behind me hung a newspaper clipping.
wanted take part in this competition. Unfortunately ... I did not have a group that walczyłaby with me. I looked at różowowłosą, whose wistful eyes fixed in a patch of a newspaper. I began to wonder whether the girl can dance. At the end of the first stage only starts in two months.
If only I had found some people ...
- What's your name? - I asked, laying on the bench and starting to practice with the barbell. I came here to train. If she is not bothering me, maybe even like it. I'm not going to change their plans for some girl. Stop. Do not change them for anyone.
- Sakura - said snatched from his thoughts. Her eyes once again become a loser. If you do not find too many lose motivation. Since I decided to help her, I will. Rose to a sitting position. Why not? You can always ask.
- Can you dance? - In her eyes shone determination. Something I wanted. Since there is still something that he loves, all is not lost. It can also dream of attending "Holidance? I nodded, shook his head, and her face for a moment reappear smile. Green eyes flashed through the world of subdued joy.
- New Style dance. - Raised the eyebrows slightly in surprise. Why not indeed all is not lost?
are zero ... nothing ever achieve ... I do not even try kid ... pathetic ... poor fool ... ... Give up, and so you have no chance to win!
returned home in the morning. I realized that I have time to just go in, eat breakfast and I will be forced to go to school. I opened the door and immediately headed to the kitchen where I lay on the counter rolls bought in advance. Approaching the sixth.
aimed the pensive gaze out the window. As always, observe the sky helped me arrange all of the thoughts in my head. I thought about an opportunity that has prepared me a lot. If Sakura took with me the contest and I was ... Too much wishful thinking. Reality is too vile to be dreams materialize. Clouds floated lazily across the sky. Wyłaniało beyond the horizon the sun. Desires that spring when he first saw the dancers "Holydance" ... most of which derives from such sites. I sighed. Since I can remember I have been training just to fulfill this dream. Instead, their existence express words dance. Two months ... all is not lost.
got up abruptly and went briskly to my room. I grabbed a bag lying in the corner. Looked again, are you sure I packed all the books. I closed the door and I was just about to leave the house when her mother's bedroom door opened. I saw the same man as yesterday. He stared at me keenly. Right behind it came out my mother. Gave me a careful look.
- bought breakfast? - Fell out of her mouth question. Traffic nodded his head. Brunet at me at that time assessing gaze. There was something unusual, but that it looked like a rich, spoiled all of my judgments about it. Such people can not understand us. Because if someone wants to know what you need to experience it. Only then falls silent agreement. Briefly waved his hand goodbye and ran out of the house. Most of all surprised me is the fact that the man was with my mother all night. I was sure I paid a lot for this service. However, I could not understand how the body can convert into money. Got used to it, so you do not zaprzątałem the head. The mind unconsciously defended against unwanted things.
left the cage. I looked around and clenched tighter straps of the backpack. I went over. On my way there was no obstacle that I would not have missed. As already mentioned study parkour'a somewhat improved my condition and feel balance. Tchnięty some irrational hunch, I stopped and turned around, looking at the window of my apartment overlooking the street. It seemed to me that the window flashed my face brunet. I was not sure.
If I had to go to school by bus would take me more than thirty minutes. However, the lack of money always went on foot. Walking slowly took me about half an hour. When I ran this time shortened to one hour. It was for me an everyday kind of training condition, and therefore did not want to abandon it. As I ran I could shorten the road he spent the bus. After that, the sound of my boots hitting the tarmac, rapid heart beat, short breath loud ... it all worked for me reassuringly. Allowed to break away from the world around me.
( http://www.crunchyroll.com/parkour/episode-1-parkour-501374 recommend this movie, that is easier to imagine his way to school)
I reached the gate of the school. I was tired, but happy. Although not specifically distinguished in any field of science, physical education is my ace. When I went to school I still had twenty minutes to the bell. Calmly headed to the locker room, where he swapped the tracksuit for a school uniform. I never liked this abomination. They are trying to convince us that wearing the same clothes you do not see differences in social status. Bullshit. Rich came here in their own cars, and seifuku were made to order. After that, students wishing to emphasize their "individuality", or belong to any groups, altering clothes on so far allowed the status of the school. Unfortunately, attending a state school I noticed that he was not too harsh in this respect.
So I started a long green trousers, in which some form of mobile Wyszyński Backspiny, Handspiny, Headspiny, Swipes'y, Flare'yi other pieces performed in breakdance'ie. In order not to cast too much in the eye and did not attract the hostile gaze of teachers, I used black and dark blue thread. T-shirt and a white shirt swapped for not leaving the top three buttons fastened. I grabbed the bag and reluctantly I went into a room for math. As always, as soon as I dropped to the ground and left the backpack on her hard-ass, appeared before me, Kiba.
- You have a job? - Stupid question. Sure I do. I always have .. well, almost always. I pulled out the notebook for math and gave it to him without unnecessary words. I called goofy smile on his face, always condescended to the people from school. Eight twenty-five. Presentation start time.
- How are you? - Busy prescription of one section of each task, after a while realized that I asked him. I laughed out loud seeing his face understands nothing. Not heard, or simply has not arrived to him the meaning of the words spoken by me. - I asked what is there with you.
- Aa .. nothing .. in total, as always. Parents argue which car to buy, my sister complains that I do not want to go to the same high school as me ... Anyway, nothing new. - Bared in a smile to me his teeth. I guess I should mention that Kiba is the son of one of the richest people in the city. I like him just because of the fact that people do not evaluate the status of the property. Suddenly I got the brilliant idea. Chestnut unless mentioned once that she dances. I sighed. You only die once.
- Dude I have a question. - Looked at me, listening attentively, not happened to him often. I guess my voice sounded too seriously. I can not leave the role. At school I am considered to be perpetually smiling and happy in the life of a fool, a fool does not speak seriously but always joking. - Dancing is not it? - Confirmed the movement of the head probably wondering where I'm going. - What is dance?
- Elektro. - Wybałuszyłem at him. That happened after I did not expect. If I could convince him, only to miss even a seven. It's always a one less.
- I'm trying to get a group to start up in "Holydance. - Palnąłem on the exhale. His face was indicated by the fact that deeply uncertain about something. I could not stop cisnącego smile to the lips. Intense thinking Kiba is an unusual sight.
- Who else is in this group? - Asked the question, which I did not want to hear, until you find the full composition.
- In total, at the moment me and Sakura. This new girl, probably will be with us to walk to class. - On his face appeared to smile.
- Of course, that I join up, but we still need at least seven people. It seems to me that I could ask two colleagues. Elektro dance well. - I felt a budding inside me hope that everything is not lost yet. Perhaps we could start again in this edition.
- In this case we have three people dancing to electro, a New style and one breakdance'a. - Replaced.
- At the beginning it's better than nothing. - Said enthusiastically. ( difficult word)
rest of the conversation was interrupted us a bell, which rang suddenly painfully teasing sense of hearing. He picked up my notebook, and together we went to class. We sat down as usual in the last two benches. On one side of the class, I'm on the other. Not that we ourselves so usadzili. Just as every teacher we poprzestawiał. It's probably not my fault that the lessons are so boring that conversation with a colleague is a far better thing to do.
After five minutes of incredible noise, which was the main focal points along with Kiba. There was relative silence in the room except a vile matematyczki Anka, our teacher came. All waited with interest for information, he came to tell us. For it was that Kakashi not being delayed only when he has to say something extremely important. Perhaps only Ino was so absorbed in painting the nails, that was not interested in the situation.
- walk to our class two new people. - Said with a loud voice, white-haired. Two? How are the two? Sakura for sure, but who else? I quit inquiring look at Kibi wondering if you might know who this other person. He answered only shrug. He bit his lip, praying that it was not another snobby asshole full of what the high school.
The door to the hall slowly opened. I noticed a new friend, pink hair, and her boyfriend and almost fell off my chair.
If you do not find the road itself, sets it ... "L'histoire est un roman qui a ete, Le roman est une histoire qui aurait pu être." History is the story of what happened, story-story that could happen. 
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