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Gracias @Tibaire por la invitación de leer sobre el amigo Luis, (porque hasta yo quiero ser su amiga vale jaja) y bueno aquí te voy a echar el cuento que por cierto ¿Quedará entre nos verdad? Esto no saldrá de aquí ¿O sí?
Ahora vamos un poquito mas atrás en la línea del tiempo:
Esta foto es un regalo de una de ellas, Misa de Graduación como Bachilleres Mercantiles. Lindos todos.
Resulta y acontece que cuando yo estaba en el liceo, o sea, ayer, era una sencilla chica que tendría sus 15 años sino me equivoco, estaba en tercer año de bachillerato, tranquila, amiga de sus amigas, sociable, normalita, mi rebeldía era ser diferente a las demás, mientras las demás usaban minifalda, boca pintada y cabello suelto yo era lo contrario, falda larga, cabello recogido y medias más arriba de la rodilla.
Salí del salón rumbo a la cantina y en pleno pasillo central estaban varias compañeras mías y una “buena amiga” que tenía en el momento, que para mí ella era mi pana, mi compinche, ahh pero ellaa estaba echando varilla con las otras y para quedar bien les hizo caso a las otras e hizo algo que no debía, se metió conmigo y yo bueno, esta ternurita, no se juega con nadie jamás ni de palabra ni mucho menos de juego de manos, no respondo, me pongo brava rapidito así que en esa ocasión, ellas me dijeron:
-Yen suéltate el pelo…
* Nuu, le digo yo…
¡Yen suéltate el pelo!
- Vas a seguir Abigail, que nu pues… ( se lo dije bonito)
Bueno, acto seguido la compinche, la amiga del alma con su sonrisa burlona, ella un poco mas grande y corpulenta que yo me ha tomado por todo el moño en el centro de mi cabeza y obvio me incliné un poco, así que para que no me soltara el cabello con la mano izquierda agarré su brazo derecho y con mi derecha le lancé un derechazo directo a su estómago.
A ver, en mi versión de la historia todo sucedió en cámara lenta, según las malas lenguas la proyecté contra la pared, no le di tan duro, fue suavecito, total ella era amiga mía, todo quedó en profundo silencio, me dirigí con toda mi calma a un espejo grande que había en dicho pasillo, me peiné un poco, normal como sino había pasado nada y seguí mi camino rumbo a la cantina.
En el trayecto para llegar a la cantina estaban dos salones en plena clase con puertas abiertas y la dirección con reunión de algunos profesores, llegué, un refresco me tomé, eché varilla con quienes estaban ahí, en la parte de arriba del liceo, nadie se enteró, esperé como diez minutos dándome un postín que ni te cuento, bajé, llegué al salón y el profesor ya había comenzado la clase y me dijo:
- Qué raro Yen, ¿Dónde estabas? ¡Pensé que no habías venido!
- Ah bueno, es que tenía sed y me compré alguito, disculpe usted que me tardé.
Absolutamente NADIE dijo nada, si antes no se metían conmigo ahora menos, si vi la sonrisa de algunos, pero yo me hacía la desentendida, claro, por dentro estaba contenta de lo que había hecho, pero no fui capaz de decirle a mas nadie lo sucedido, la fulana amiga después me reclamó por el golpe y yo le dije que no tenía porque seguirle el juego a nadie, yo era como era y punto.
Si, solo 11 alumnos graduados de bachiller mercantil.
Bueno, esa anécdota en particular la conté recientemente en casa con la familia, ahora adulta contemporánea reflexionando todo aquello me felicito, a veces me acuerdo de esa adolescente y digo: ¡Debo buscarla y aprender de ella de nuevo!
Tengo muchas anécdotas que no terminaría de contar aquí, realmente la vida del estudiante es la mejor y mas la época de básica y diversificada, tiempos que no vuelven pero los recuerdos quedan. Ahora invito a 
Fuentes:
Fotos: de mi galería personal, cedidas por mis amigos a lo largo de los años.
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English
Thank you @Tibaire for the invitation to read about my friend Luis, (because even I want to be his friend ok haha) and well here I am going to tell you the story that by the way will stay between us right? This won't come out of here, will it?
Now we go a little further back in the timeline:
This photo is a gift from one of the compañeras, this was the Graduation Mass as Mercantile Bachelors. Everyone is cute.
It turns out and it happens that when I was in high school, I was a girl who would have been 15 years old if I'm not mistaken, I was in the third year of high school, calm, a friend of her friends, sociable, normal, my rebellion consisted of being different from The others, while the others wore miniskirts, painted mouths, and loose hair, I was the opposite, long skirt, hair tied up, and stockings above the knee.
Of course, there was a party because I stood out and tried to look super good, I loved it, not to show off to others, but to feel pretty myself, the same thing happened to me with my high school uniform, I liked the way it was, besides, that It amused me, being totally "different" so one fine day we were at recess waiting for the English teacher...
I left the classroom towards the canteen and in the middle of the central hallway were several of my classmates and a "good friend" that I had at the time, who to me was my friend, but the bad thing about her sometimes was that she wanted to look good. with the others and at that moment he did something he shouldn't, he messed with me and I will, this tenderness, quiet girl that I was and am, I don't like mockery, I don't say words with double meanings and much less sleight of hand, it says, that playing as if they were fighting, that does not go with me, because I get angry quickly, so on that occasion, they told me:
- Yenni let your hair down...
I do not tell him...
Let your hair down!
-You will follow? no… (I told them pretty)
Well, immediately after the great friend of the soul that I wanted, with her mocking smile, she was a little bigger and more corpulent than me, she has taken me by all the bun in the center of my head and, obviously, I I leaned a little. , so to hold my hair back with my left hand, I grabbed her right arm and with my right, I threw a right hand straight into her stomach.
Let's see, in my version of the story everything happened in slow motion, according to the gossip I threw her against the wall, I didn't hit her so hard, it was soft, and I didn't want to hurt her or hit her hard just because she was my friend, everything remained in deep silence, I calmly went to a large mirror that was in the said corridor, I combed my hair a bit, normal as if nothing had happened and I continued my way towards the canteen.
On the way to get to the canteen, there were two classrooms in a class full of students from other upper grades with the doors open and the principal's office was across the front of the hall, with a meeting of some teachers, I went up my stairs, arrived, I had a soda, I had a cool conversation with those who were there, no one there knew what had happened, I waited for about ten minutes and then I went downstairs, I arrived at the classroom and the teacher had already started the class and she told me:
- How strange Yen, where were you? I thought you didn't come to class!
- Ah well, I was thirsty and I bought something, excuse me for being late.
Absolutely NOBODY said anything, if before they hadn't messed with me now less if I saw the smile of some, but I acted calm, without being proud of what I had done, the "friend" later complained telling me why I hit her? and I told her that she and everyone should learn to respect, I liked my way of being and I didn't have to change.
Yes, only 11 students graduated with a business degree.
Now as a contemporary adult, I congratulate myself, sometimes I remember that teenager and say: I must look for her and learn from her again!
I have many anecdotes that I would not finish telling here, student life is really the best and more so the basic and diversified times, times that do not return but the memories remain. Now I invite
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