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The Righteous and the Wicked
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Life is easy, we just make it complicated.
My mother, a chubby Italian woman told me that when I was just a small macchiato. Constantly, she would tell me that - life is easy, we just make it complicated.
For awhile I found myself believing that. In middle school no one harassed me, because I didn't make things complicated by trying to fit in. I always found myself listening to whatever caused my ears to perk up and a smile to form on my face.
When I started high school, it was like that too. For the most part, at least. From grade nine up until eleven I had no problems - I never made life complicated for me.
That went down the drain when Mr. Way, a man whose age has never been told and yet he didn't seem to be a day over twenty-one came into my life. Teaching art, I didn't expect a thing. I was surly proven wrong though on September ninth at the end of twelfth grade year.
He stepped into my not so complicated life and turned everything upside down, ruining the easy pass my mother had told me all my life and caused everything to spiral downwards.
My mother, a chubby Italian woman told me that when I was just a small macchiato. Constantly, she would tell me that - life is easy, we just make it complicated.
For awhile I found myself believing that. In middle school no one harassed me, because I didn't make things complicated by trying to fit in. I always found myself listening to whatever caused my ears to perk up and a smile to form on my face.
When I started high school, it was like that too. For the most part, at least. From grade nine up until eleven I had no problems - I never made life complicated for me.
That went down the drain when Mr. Way, a man whose age has never been told and yet he didn't seem to be a day over twenty-one came into my life. Teaching art, I didn't expect a thing. I was surly proven wrong though on September ninth at the end of twelfth grade year.
He stepped into my not so complicated life and turned everything upside down, ruining the easy pass my mother had told me all my life and caused everything to spiral downwards.
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Preface c: And maschietto means ''boy'' or I suppose ''small boy''? Idk. I looked that shit up on a translator xDComments are welcome<3