Ariel, Ariel Green.

I've always loved my surname, Green. Green like Hope, like the desire to never give up,never. Green like all the things I had until a month ago. I was the one who was always looking for the positive in everything,with always a smile on my face. I was the person that now I'm not anymore.

Everything happened quickly, too quickly. I didn't even had the time to realize or to metabolize what was surrounded myself, everything that was drying out my mum's life. About five month ago, they diagnosed what it took her away from me.

From that night my desire to live has been crushed, again and again, closing me in a state of transition. Twice, the pain that had been insinuated violently in my chest, had turned into being unbeearable and I've tried to suppress it.

Therefore, my dad tried to convince me that he had been moved in England for work, so he would took me with him.

It seems that the purpose of my life is changing. The change has become the only thing present in my life. I'm getting used,by now.

A new house, a new country, a new school. But especially, a new life.

And I was tired of being a nomad.

Then, he got into my life.