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Francisco Carritero

Francisco Carritero

I remember It well, like really really well. The first ecstasy I've felt in this world, the very first time I felt so good and refreshed... Is the first time I fucked a girl... while she's lying on the floor, with her cold body drowning in her blood...

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"Francis! What are you drawing?!"

"Eh? Our assignments are to draw something is It not, teacher?"

I asked confusingly, back then. Looking for the explanation that the teacher never gave. He just took the art that I was working hard on and crumpled It. I don't why he did that to my hard work but the only words I got that time is:

"Call your parents tomorrow, Francis!"

For a Grade 2 student to call his parents, is one of the most shameful acts at school. Because It means you did something wrong, evil or bad mannerism...

I don't know back then what the hell did I do wrong for my teacher to call my parents. Is my drawing bad? Is my paper being a cheap one a crime? Is my way of sitting improperly? But It never occurred to me that what I've been drawing is what's something wrong...

"Francis! Why did you draw a naked woman back in my class?!"

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Ahhh, so that's the problem, hmm? My mother looked at me filled with anger. My mother is angry at that time but I don't feel terrified or scared at all, I just looked at her with innocent eyes like a normal kid would do... After looking at her red from anger eyes, I looked at the teacher and gave him my flawless explanation...

"Why are you getting angry at me, teacher? At the museum, there are so many naked women there. Sculpted, painted, drawn to perfection, and yet you're getting angry at me, why?"

Now that I think of It, even though I'm just a Grade 2 student back then, I already have the capability to explain myself and bring out valid arguments, doesn't that make me a genius?

That's the least I remember from my childhood. I don't remember what they said after I explained myself with a valid argument nor what they did to punish me but I climbed the stairs of education pretty smoothly

"Hey, Francis! Let's play Basketball! Come to my house later afternoon!"

"Sure thing, Jems! I'm itching to shoot a three-pointer!"

My life at high-school begun and It's pretty normal... It's a bright place for teenagers to spend their time, It's a good high school from what I can remember

Fooling around with guy friends, talking with your girl acquaintances, and passing the tests given by teachers. A completely normal highschool life... But back then, I felt something is missing from my life, I longed for whatever It is.

"Hey, isn't Jenny one of the hottest in this school? Oi, Francis?"

My mind suddenly disappeared when my eyes crossed with that girl. A chiseled face, black charcoal cute eyes, and her kind of thick thighs...

"She's beautiful..."

"Isn't that right, Francis?!"

The first-ever time I recognized beauty! Appreciated beauty! Jenny Custudio... I'll never forget that name of hers, even now.

"What are you doing back there, Francis? Why are you hiding?"

His eyes crossed with mine which is impossible since I'm hiding beside the post to admire her beauty... Those eyes that I admired looked at me with curiosity. I want to smack myself for how dumb I was for wasting that chance to talk to her...

But thanks to that miraculous encounter, we got closer, and closer and closer... Three years have been spent before I knew It because of the joy of spending time with her

"Now, the penguins won't get hungry... Thanks Francis, you're my best friend! You're a great help!"

"Sure thing, just call me If you want help"

Our relationship escalated to being best friends...

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