On Our Way…

Alvy:

I wanted to dedicate this post to one of my dearest friends: Alice (Aly). We actually met through other friends. And later on, we only walked together. We had a great time together in 5th grade, teasing other people and all. Until she left school, but although we don’t see each other daily… we still maintain contact. I will now introduce her to you through two anecdotes.

The first one was in a 5th grade school day. We used to tease a girl named Talita (Maybe due to her height difference compared to ours.) Talita used to be a little, tiny girl, and with exceedingly long hair. Alice was much better in ruining lives than I was, so there she was, walking up the steps to get to her class, and looked through the balcony. In our school, there is like a hill, that’s more of like a “bucket” hill (Because he hill is straight and stores a bunch of leaves, I’m serious, the leaves were more than a million over there, if a child fell there, it is bound to never be encountered again…) So, Alice was walking through the hall, met with her friends, and saw some girls who were passing “gloss” on their lips. She then looks at Talita, who was ALSO passing on gloss (Talita had this “thing” that she had to become popular, so she would either give presents for the popular kids, or immitate them, so the fact that she was wearing gloss, was to become a popular kid.) Alice only stared at her, and when Talita was done, she just threw the gloss into her locker (In which by the, had no lock). After some days, weeks, months passed, Alice wanted to check: “What happened to the gloss?” she opened the locker, and saw some weird melted thing in Talita’s locker, if it was’nt for the glass bottle, she would never have known that it was “THE GLOSS.” She was so discusted that she grabbed the gloss and threw it high into the air, until it reached the “bucket hill” the gloss was never found, ever again…
I am no longer the evil person I used to be, although that person sometimes takes control, (I just can’t help myself) I am much lighter on thoes whom I hate… but lately, there is one person who released that malevolent entity again…

The other story had taken place at the mall. Aly, Paty (Another great friend) and I decided to meet at the mall and we walked around. We watched the Pink Panther (Don’t Judge) made fun of thoes people that made “robots” of themselves in a cell-phone store, etc… Here in Brazil, there is a store called “Tok Stock” and it’s a decoration place, in which they make up a few rooms (Like for example, the get one of their vacant places, and put up some cheap walls, and decorate the room with couches, rugs, tables. Or in other words, with their merchandise.) So, Paty, Aly and I were walking when we see this guy that is meditating in the sample room (Is he weird or what?) I mean, REALLY meditating, even with the continuous “UUUUUUMMMMMM” sound. We went to the other room and laughed for 2 minutes, then restarted our walk. We looked at very beautiful sample rooms, then we got tired, sat down and started to mess up with other people. Alice stuck her head from the balcony and shouted at a lady: “Hi! do you remember me?” and the lady would always hesitate, until at the end she said that actually she did remembered her, which was weird, because she didn’t. Then we see this 10 year-old boy that was holding one of thoes ducks that instead of having legs, they have wheeles, you know, thoes baby ones. We laughed so hard at him, it was a ridiculous sight. After he walks by, we see this girl, this HIDEOUS girl. Her head was totally a stretched circle, her eyes were tiny and black, she wore huge glasses that covered her whole face, nose up, and had “puff” long hair, as huge as a dirty-blonde-poodle. She walked around, and suddenly, she put one of her feet behind the other and started to float, we then saw that she had a tacky pair of thoes roller-shoes. We laughed so hard that I think that we got 5 kg thinner. Everytime they passed, we would laugh, then stop, laugh then stop, until a scary woman jumped at us and asked: “Do you have a problem with my kids?” Although we did, we couldn’t say that. “No, can’t we laugh now?” she just left, and told her husband. In our way out, we heard her stupid husband say: “Hey, you there, where are your parents? GUARDS!” Alice ran away so quickly that Paty and I took a while to find out where she was.

These two stories prove how Alice and I are great friends, and will continue like that, even in separate schools, and with separate lives, we will find a way to meet and put the gossip to date.