《Blue Stars ★ |R.L|》Capítulo 2 ⭐
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Eram exatos meio dia e quarenta e eu já estava no ônibus, no caminho de casa.
Minha maior vontade era me atirar na cama e dormir até o outro dia! Minha cabeça estava explodindo e o cansaço estava me corroendo. O ônibus estava um aperto só, típico coletivo paulista em horário de pico. Quando chegou meu ponto, pedi a parada e desci.
Quando saí da condução, fui caminhando os dois quarteirões que me separavam de casa. Minha mochila pesava uns cinco quilos, estava com uma calça apertada e um moletom amarrado na cintura. Minha regata deixava entrar ventilação pelo corpo, que estava todo soado com o calor infernal que fazia naquela tarde. Meu cabelo estava preso apenas com um nó, o que deixava a mostra minha gargantilha de controle de videogame no meu pescoço, coisa que mais amava. Minha pele branca estava torrando no Sol, porque - mais uma vez - esqueci de passar protetor de manhã.
Meus passos eram grandes e minha vontade de chegar em casa, maior ainda. Sorte a minha que já era sexta-feira e eu poderia descansar hoje. Fiquei ofegante de atravessar todo aquele caminho e meus óculos ficaram embaçados.
Depois que cheguei em casa, almocei e me joguei embaixo do chuveiro, deixando a água gelada escorrer por todo meu corpo. Lavei meu cabelo e me enrolei na toalha. Botei um shorts e uma blusa bem solta, me atirando na cama em seguida. Peguei o celular e o mesmo vibrou na minha mão. Era uma mensagem de Ária, minha melhor amiga.
Oie, Sah !
Oii, Ari!
Lembra do evento que vai
ter aqui, dia 29?
Fantasy
Experience?
Esse mesmo! Vamos?
Por favooor!
Fazer o que lá,
menina? rs
Ah, sei lá! O Mário, meu
namorado, vai fazer cosplay
de Mário...hahaha. Eu vou
fazer de princesa do Mário...
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Vamos, vai ser legaal!
Ah, mas eu vou
de quê? Não tenho
fantasia! E outra:
eu morro de vergonha de
fazer cosplay em público.
Sobre estar em público,
sem problemas: a maioria
das pessoas vão estar
também! E, a respeito da
fantasia, vai daquela
tiazinha do jogo da Alice...
só que do mal.
Alice Madness
Returns?
Essa mesma. Só você
pra conhecer essas
coisas. Fica jogando esses
jogos de menino ao invés
de fazer outra coisa...
Ahh, me deixa Ária!
Jogos não são apenas
para meninos, okay?
Acho que se você jogasse
um pouco, seria mais
inteligente e colocaria
para funcionar esse cérebro oxigenado, rs.
Idiota, hahaha.
Mas...eai? Vamos?
Me dá um bom
motivo u-u
Vou te dar dois:
1- eu vou estar lá.
2- vai ter uma porrada
de youtubers.
Topo...
Mas só por causa
dos youtubers, hein? rs
Aham, sei.
Beijos, vou jogar
Five Nights At
Freddys
MENINA, O QUE VOCÊ
VÊ DE LEGAL EM JOGAR?
Ah, você não
entende a magia! Haha.
Tchau, viciada!
Beijinhos.
Beijíneos c:
Depois que terminei de falar com Ária, fui ver como faria a fantasia da Alice. Achei um vestido velho com uma saia imensa rodada, azul e branco. Cortei a parte de cima e tingi de azul. Encontrei no fundo do armário, uma blusa azul e a costurei na saia. Quando estava costurando as mangas bufantes, adormeci em cima da fantasia.
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