Chapitre nr. 1

On a cold December day they had invaded the city. Despite the sun that was standing in the sky and trying to soften that suffocating atmosphere a little, the cold came out from the first moments when you woke up. Winter had begun in full meaning and the word seemed to hold over this end of the year. It was Sunday morning, one of the mornings that Mario adored the most as all people did was stay warm at home, near the fire, drinking a cup of hot cocoa. He woke up in his luxurious room full of expensive objects, in his prestigious bed with his laptop nearby, where he stayed until late on social networks talking to girls and friends, under Mario was a tall boy, with a body that I consider "hot" by girls in recent years. The gym seemed to have done its job those months. At first glance, he saw a charming face that often radiated humor, his eyes were black and black, his eyelashes were long, There were black eyes, long eyelashes, small nose and full lips with few shapes. He was already 18 years old, a graduate of one of the high schools in the city of Paris . There were 2 wealthy parents who owned a profitable private company and lived in a luxury apartment.

On the sentimental side he dominated over all his peers. He always managed in a surprising way to make the girls his own. This was also seen by the number of girlfriends he had

It was that jockey boy. The boy who played with the feelings of naïve girls, used them according to his wishes and then said goodbye. That is why he was called the "Heartbreaker". His choice was made only according to external beauty and not spiritual beauty. Maybe that was why he had never been in love. Marriage to consider the greatest idiocy of mankind. He wanted to enjoy every moment of life without being influenced by anyone.

Through his appearance and behavior he managed to win the hearts of the girls and cause them stomach cramps. He was able to take them to the seventh heaven and then knock them down as if without harm. So far no one was able to send in the perfect solution, which is not strange. It seemed like it would be like that for a long time.

Since it was Sunday, he thought of going out and meeting his friend Joey even though it was unprecedented cold outside.

First he had to take a shower. He took his cell phone with him and decided to listen to his favorite song of the moment. Mario, like all French boys at this age, adored a French rapper immensely. Exactly that singer was called Dadju!

He was a fan of this singer. This was also evident in the singing of his songs at every moment. For this reason he began to sing in the shower.

In short he was a typical French teenager! He took his cell phone and sent a message to Joey on whatsapp:

"Hey will you come out today"

Joey, on the other hand, replied in a moment as if he were waiting for his message.

"Ok come to my house and then we'm out"

His parents were not often at home, as they spent most of their time in company while Mario was alone or in the company of some random girl as if unintentionally. So let's summarize a bit! You are handsome yes, unprecedented physical yes, rich yes yes! What could the girls want more ?! Do not misunderstand me but in today's society these qualities are the key to girls' happiness! He was often compared to Johnny Bravo, an animated character who always valued himself more than he needed to. It perfectly suited Mario's character. I was arrogant ?! Aspak! My self-confidence ?! Yeah a lot ! According to him, self-confidence took first place in the behavior of every boy. He was an only child where parental care had created his caress and pronounced selfishness.

He dressed trendy as always, adding to his wardrobe a pair of super expensive Nike red sneakers that had already become a hit these days.

In the middle of that big apartment, he put on his black coat and got ready to go out but at first he was seen once in the mirror. This was an inexplicable fixation on him. He adjusted his curly dark hair again with his right hand, put on his black glasses in the middle of winter, even though the sun was already gone and set out to meet Joey. He was like a brother to Marion. They are known from the first grade together where those quarrels started between the two but who would have known that exactly these would mark the beginning of their friendship. They were a réveillé par head, never left each other in the mud and never allowed a girl to enter their company.

The houses were quite close. Joey's family was from Rennes and always spoke the accentuated dialect of this region. When he knocked on the door, his grandmother came out and he said:

- Madam Josette, will you tell Joey that I'm waiting for him.

- You can come inside it's cold outside. Come quickly! Wait inside Join.

like it or not Mario smiling was forced to go inside. A small environment was created, warm and just what could be called a family unlike his big and empty house. That's why Mario often felt quite alone.

He sat down on an armchair nearby and started talking to Joey's family.

It was Sunday and they were normally at home. The first to start the conversation was Joey's mother who asked him:

- Mario, do you know what happened to Joey? He dresses nicely, often throws perfume, sits 3 hours in front of the mirror to fix his hair. Didn't he tell you anything?

- No I do not know why!

- No, not that I know. Does my son has grown up! His mother answers, whose words caused Mario to smile again.

We thought he had told you that you are a close friend! His father asks curiously.

- No no he did not tell me anything. Mario responds slightly embarrassed.

- Good, how are you and with the school how it goes.?

- Very good.

I’m glad. Joey's father said.

And they started asking him how Joey is doing with the school. Mario did not know what to say. In the end what to tell him ?! The fact that Joey risked being left out in his final year of high school! He could not tell this news. Marion was embarrassed and said nothing.

Exactly at the end of the father's words, Joey finally appeared on the horizon!

As you can see his family was quite cheerful and always made Marion laugh but what is more important he made him understand the real concept called family!

The two came out of the door and left together to go out and "shoot" a girl on the street.

...I hope that my English isn’t that bad and if you don’t understand anything. You can write to me. ...

...I will answer every question of yours....

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