Chapter 2 THE CHRONICLES OF A DIARIST

SILENCE WAS GENERAL ON THE BUS, THE DRIVER CABO CHICO, LEAVE THE RUNWAY SO SMILING, AND SAID, LEAVE THE GIRLS ALONE, OR THE NEXT STOP WILL BE AT THE POLICE STATION.

OUR DAY STARTED WITH THAT UNDESIRABLE AND LAZY WALK TO THE POINT, THEN THE BASIC RACE, BEHIND THE BUS, BECAUSE THE DAUGHTER BITCH AND FRIEND, BETWEEN THE DRIVER CABO CHICO.

HE WAS SLEEPING AT THE WHEEL AND PASSED THE POINT, THIS WAS ALMOST ALL DAY, IT SEEMED ON PURPOSE, WHEN WE WALKED DOWN HE APOLOGIZED, GIVING US MINTS, SAID THAT HE WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE THREE SUCKING, HE WAS A SADICT.

THE BUS ALWAYS FULL, CROWDED, WHEN IT PASSED ON A SPEED MOUNTAIN, IT THROWED EVERYONE ON THE ROOF, EXCEPT THE NOISE OF THE BOARD, WHICH SCARED EVERYONE, THE PEOPLE SCREAMED, RIGHT THE DRIVER'S LOAD.

THE LESS FRIENDLY, DID IT REALLY CHANGE, YOUR MOTHER IS NOT HERE BEHIND IT? HIS ASS, IN ANY WAY IT WAS A LAUGHTER ONLY INSIDE THAT MOBILE SARDINE CAN.

MY FRIENDS AND ME DIVIDED THE BUS INTO THREE PARTIES, SMELLING, FIDIDO AND ROTTEN, THE SMELLERS, TOOK BATHS, PERFUME AND CHANGED THE CLOTHES EVERY DAY TO GO TO WORK.

THE FIDIDES TOOK A BATH, BUT