WHY I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY BFF'S BROTHER?
FIRST CHAPTER
They never seem to be different! The loneliness killing me and when I look around , everything is dark and dreary . My father left me when I was a child and since then a few times I had the opportunity to call someone a father being reciprocated with a hug more affectionate and comfortable world.
Nevertheless , I was blessed with a wonderful mother and very worried about me . However , I miss someone I can confide in , this is to share my interests and " crazy " . I miss someone who understands me and listen to me , give me advice, but without intent to command me .
My name is Juliana and I'm 17 . I'm a little low and I have long brown hair and dark , like the color of my eyes . My skin is tanned and have a body that all claim to be beautiful and a beautiful representation of the Brazilian , the more I deny it and be unhappy with it , which leads me to some schemes .
She was sitting on the bench of my college on a closed day , looking like it might rain at any time . He was thoughtful and , therefore leaving a flash of my morning going through my mind .
That morning , my mother arrived a little early at home and invited me to go to the mall because I needed to go to the ATM . After helping her pay some bills , went into a store and I could choose to buy two sweaters . Often choose sweaters with cool colors , but this time chose differently. Two white blouses to portray a new beginning , because I was determined to change my feelings , trying to be cheerful, strong and bold . I thought white would be the ideal color , after all it is the color that the world chose to use ever New Year celebrations .
Returning to our home , Mom asked me to call my father , so he lead me through college . When I'm in these situations , usually in late mom fight with me . The anger she feels my father designs on me , which ends up leaving us both upset . My mother had to work in college and let me disturb your entire script . As always , my father left hand and my mother hated everything . She said I had not expressed myself well to hitchhike to my father and that was my fault . She said a few more things that I am not willing to report .
I spent the day like that . Nothing and no one would cheer me up . I got home and turned on the sound because music has always stirred my soul and listen , I felt increasingly light, which ended up helping me , even if it did not solve my problems . Placed to play the song " When I was your man " of Bruno Mars .