Chof, plop, plop, plop ...
Gerardo was making a Manolillo lying quietly on the small couch in the trailer when suddenly a loud noise caught his attention. Immediately after returning the handle to your site, got up and hit the switch on the lamp, and with the light on could find their ass glasses and put them on glass, then a quick look, found that inside the caravan there was no anomaly so I decided to peek outside. Like him, his grandparents had discontinued sexual act alarmed and had only run out of the room, his grandfather, in shorts and like a scarecrow, clutching his old shotgun behind him was his grandmother, with her nightgown put upside down and drop its long white hair, the two together accounted for more than a century and a half but that did not stop they could not protect your home.
- What is that noise sio, young man? - He asked his grandfather as he opened the small door of the trailer and peered outside his huge glasses.
the muddy ground in front of the window of the caravan, had a dove and ruffling old with a large number of loose feathers around her, it seemed that she had been the cause of such noise. Gerardo is fixed in one leg had a small roll of paper, tied with string.
left the caravan and went to see a little better, his glasses were rather old, had lost some vision since the purchase and to make matters worse, I had astigmatism.
- It's just a pigeon grandfather - he said. Gerardo
found that the animal was just a bit dazed, so I gently picked up and carried her to the caravan.
- Sa quedao silly stroke, entered into
pa - I said a thousand times I do not like you to put bugs in there - said his grandfather
grumpy - I just want to make sure it is good and by the way, look what the hell is it that leads attached to the leg.
- Let him Virgilio - added his grandmother - cheese will taste wonderful flying rat stew tomorrow pal. Gerardo
settled on the small table living - dining room, where he placed the bird, then unrolled the small role he carried and saw that he had written in tiny print, a very short text.
Putas Dear Gerardo, on his thirteenth birthday, we will contact you with information that has been admitted to the prestigious school "Hogwarts" of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where you can pursue their studies from this new course. Please, kindly presented the 15th of September in our school, which will start the new school year.
Yours sincerely director: Abelardo Donbenito
After reading
of the text, Gerardo was as happy as surprised, his biggest dream was beginning to be realized, we were offering the opportunity to study at a prestigious magic school, as in Rowling's books he loved.
His grandfather took the paper without having asked permission to do so, and began to read with particular interest, as their old and tired eyes were jumping from one line to another, in his wrinkled face was forming a strange and unpleasant grimace.
- No way boy, I will not allow waste your time with these stupid
- But ...
- Ni buts or pear lemon, now returns to the cot na no more to say.
His grandparents immediately returned to bed and leaving him heartbroken and resumed their erotic games. He returned to the small couch without any desire to return to the Manolillo. Before you discard the glasses, I take a long look at the poster hanging over his makeshift bed, it was the image of the great magician "Tamariz" his idol, appeared smiling and showing their hands on a beautiful deck.
Gerardo, since he had use of reason, had been fascinated by the mysterious world of magic. His mother, before being killed by male violence, her pimp had killed with a hammer, had promised he would do everything possible to make your dream pair come true, so, at that time had no doubt that this letter had come through it.
The next morning at breakfast, Gerardo was so dazed that he could not bite his tongue any longer.
- grandfather, spoons, I want to study next year at Hogwarts, I do not want anything in this world, I swear by Tamariz.
- Look - Grito his grandfather, pointing to his bony index finger - the whore talks like our daughter rest in peace the mu slut.
- right - Gerardo angrily interrupted him - my mother was worth a little prostitution, but does not have to call it.
- was more whore chickens and cun ugliest devil I see in that nonsense is hard to spend four pa let her keep it, or you think that letter as Mandaa how handsome you are atontolinao. Doghouse, though you are just as ugly as your mother and a bit slow, to have to say, could become a useful man, mop, shoe, including a grinder, as I sio me for so many years, and you want to come with me be a magician, master man, you've seen. Listen carefully to those fallen cas mouse urejillas out: Never let you do that and there is na more than talk.
Given the strength of the words he had just spit his grandfather for that big mouth full of false teeth, Gerardo rose from the table and ran from the caravan while crying like a pussy.
ran faster when allowed his flat feet, leaving a clear trail of tears behind her and a good yarn mocazo on his face. He left the lot where he piled up a large number of caravans crossed the landfill bordering on them and crossed the park where a few prostitutes left has started to make his morning shift.
After a while, exhausted after the race, crouched beside the bed of a small river where he accumulated a large number of trash and where he used to hide when I needed to be alone, and continued his regret and wishing with all his might, that nothing and no one prevented his dream come true.
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