Getting back to classes

By Anne Danielle

'My vacations'

The girls were so cute. Almost ugly. But when they dressed their hair, they looked like angels, they were so mischievous. A poor youth told me that once he loved all of them and wanted get all of them, disregarding that in the town there wasn't fuel enough. Flowers enough. Theaters enough. In fact, kids were well-behaved, almost frantic. A poor young woman told me that once she wanted educate all of them and play with them, disregarding that in the town there wasn't love enough. Lollypops enough. Moral enough.

In a plate of one monument I read that the first escort-boy of the town was almost interesting being so quiet, and as he knew all the wishes of citizens, he became mayor's council-man. One day, in the afternoon while I was having an ice-cream, the evil intruded the town with giant assassin flying-spiders. The population got into panic! However, a good old man, sit on his rocking chair, smiled disconsolately. He said that I hadn't to be afraid, because the giant assassin flying-spiders soon got away. "This town hasn't pain enough for so many deaths", said the old man with all wisdom. Before  I finished my ice-cream, they gave up and got off. My vacations were so funny.

                                                            The end.

(Anne Danielle is student of Law and Journalism in the State of Sergipe, Brazil)
Translated from portuguese by Marcos Vinicius Gomes