The alarm clock was ringing.

I lifted one heavy hand, dropped it on the big button, opening a lazy and sleepy eye.

Seven thirty.

SEVEN THIRTY???

I was late. No, no, no, no.

I flied to the bathroom, took a fast shower and got out a minute later (ehm... some fifteen, or close), waved goodbye to Lady Florence, the owner of my house, she was already gardening at that time, and I continued running along the road, trying to reach school at time to the second class. That's what I am: rushing and late; and out of money. Again.

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Hello everyone.

Believing that there will someone come here to read this.

AHAHAHA. Count on that.

This is my first Wattpad story, so I am trying to cause a good impression to those who hopefully and to who I thank are reading this (You're the best's!!). I have a lot of ideas and started histories but haven't time or ability or something and I got stuck always.

If you are interested in a partnership, just send a message. If you have anything to say, tell. I have nothing else to do... except exams, but they can wait a little. And although I am a bit antissocial, I like to talk to people sometimes.

I will try to update this story as soon as I can, I will try to put here new tomorrow, but i cannot promise.

Thanks you all,

Wyrden.