Suddenly, I open my eyes, I hear a noise to my left, is the clock, today I start school.
I get up reluctantly and as every morning I get in the shower. Upon leaving, I put on my robe and looked at the mirror is fogged. Passing my hand for him, I come from memories of the farewell dinner which was my school for 13 years and I've made great friends, some of whom do not know when I will see.
Mirror fog again, and suddenly, I turn to now and think
- How will my teachers, will be similar to those before?
- Will I do a lot of friends? , Can I adapt it cost?
I pass a hand through his mirror.
Gonethese two summer months, in which I spent mostly heat and sleep, but where I realized that however hard it is to study what is much more work.
Although everything has not been working, since my holidays exploited to the maximum.
The mirror is again tarnished, my mother called me to come down to breakfast.
Today is my first day of school and next day defogging the mirror again who knows me will bring the memories. Ferran
Pardo
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