I think I have a friend. Tara and is called a co hijade my mother in the power plant. Tara is my age. We will be together in class when start at the College, which is closed until Monday because of the snowstorm.
Tara is nice. I met her at her home, her mother invited us to dinner at my mother and me the first day or our stay in Bline. A detail. Tara's mother is a kind woman and sad. What's sad I do not mean to say long ago something terrible happened, though that'll tell you another day.
I was talking about Tara. It has been very affectionate with me. I spoke delpueblo, the classmates, teachers ... seems very happy here. He says all the guys get along very well, making weekend plans, which to study together.
To me, the truth, so collectivization of thing makes me a bit of bad feeling. In a personality test we did at school - and, incidentally, took a gander pasta - the psychologist said I was too individualistic. I was tempted to reply that did not need my parents to spend a fortune to find it. I'm going for free almost since birth.
So when Tara was telling me about all the activities done in groups, the team study days, excursions and barbecues, not sure what to think.
But I'm on the other side of the country. He left behind many things, and started a new life here in the snow Blin.
Perhaps it's time to be a little more ... a little more open. More communicative.
Tara wants to be my friend. And I need a bit of affection from people my age, so ... Why not?
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