Lisa Masoni - My Soul Cries

When the school came to the final stages and there was a maturity exam, Simone had written to the professor for the first night before thanking him for all those years, for having had patience, for believing in him, for having made a stronger and more mature person. She waited all night long, but there was not.

The following morning, Simone came all excited and entered the room where the professors and the commission were. His turn came and, after one of his countless shows, he looked at Matteo carefully hoping for a nod to a glance. There was nothing of this.

After all, something came to mark Simone's life: Ferrucci Matteo, a professor with a thousand facets and shades, got up and headed for Simone and handed him a tie made with a large black plastic cord of remarkable thickness, putting it around his neck.

"Gentlemen! It is necessary to remove the tie in front of this boy, in front of his performance and in the face of his great desire to always challenge others and above all with himself. But most of all, it's about to get rid of the tie because he, like so many, has been one of my biggest wins, one of the most beautiful, "the professor made. Everything is framed by an endless applause.

Both Simon and Matthew had their eyes glistening, the young man did not expect this shot. That professor did not answer in the night just to create a tie, to thank a pupil who, after so many bad things, had made him excite.

Simone thought that the challenge this time had lost with Matteo but for the first time he saw in front of him not a professor but a friend who smoked, with a jeans and a shirt, a headset always stuck in his ear, his Nikon and the passion for adventure: simply Matteo Ferrucci.

It was a rainy day, Simone stepped down the steps, walked long as his mind fell into deep confusion. He did not want to escape that train but at the same moment he did not stop thinking about Emily a moment.

He strongly believed that girl could really change his life. Simone was struck by the moment she made that famous question, so she did not know anything about his life. On the other hand, he did not want to let Cecilia escape, they had shared everything, they had pushed over without taking into account the consequences.

Simone worshipped adventures, he wanted someone to care for his most fragile side and share his growth with a younger girl than him. Emily was perfect.

Emily Marchionne came from a modest family farm. They lived away from the chaos of the city and in the relaxation of nature, her father Benito, in addition to making the farmer, exported his products throughout the region with his truck and every Saturday he was in the market of the city. The mother did not like to stay in the country, she preferred the city noise; for her comfort was first of all, in fact, besides going with her husband on Saturday at the market, she worked as her right arm in a cosmetics company.

Benito and his wife built a beautiful family made up of Emily, his sister Eleonora and a sweet pincher named Alì.

Emily was a pretty girl with the appliance and glasses, her face glittering, slim and low in height. She was not bad but she had her because. She liked to travel, in her eyes you could read it: "rebel spirit." She often argued with her parents, especially because of the problems that the little sister created.

She had struggled hard to have Alì, who felt her an indescribable joy. Thanks to him she could feel free and happy, when they slept together she even spoke as a crazy with her dog ..

Emily had a great admiration for her father. She was always with him, she liked to stay in the truck, and every now and then the Saturday she earned double the money on the market thanks to her talk and her ability to be convinced.

She also loved the mother, but with her it took a long time before getting a great relationship. She hindered her growth path, and made her choices. Emily was always afraid and she was always at a crossroads, her two sides never agreed. This led her to have problems with herself and with others in the future.

On one side there was her rebellion, her being free and frustrated, and then there was the most docile part of her that of great respect for feelings and for people.

Emily was changing and someone had to hide her worst side but no one tried it.

Eleonora, on the other hand, was the opposite of her sister, much more reserved, she preferred to see the TV awake at home, fill her with food and do nothing. She had her companion of friends and never wanted to go further, she was afraid of finding love, something that was totally unknown to her. She did not even like herself, if she remembered it whenever she was in front of a mirror.

She was phobic, she was afraid to become obese, so she decided to go to the gym and join the Montesilvano volleyball women's team where, by surprise, she had become the best of all. she put passion and love in what she was doing and she decided to become a chef one day. Parents, therefore, enrolled in high school hotels.

Eleonora wanted a great deal to her sister, though she sometimes did not hide the jealousy she felt for her, perhaps because she was bigger and also because she struggled to have something she had never understood-love.

She adored her mother and had respect for her father for what she did for her family.

Eleonora has a concept of old-fashioned family to be sixteen, she believes in her strength and this idea could only be passed on by her father as strong as Benito was.

"Time is healer," they told me. Even today I rock it like a necklace between my fingers, rocking with the fear of falling to the ground, with the fear that that time was not really healing but traitorous, as it was the train that maybe had to pass some time before. But you know, the trains are late and then they apologize to you and if they do not go in time, they do not wait. They leave.

Simone then made his decision twice. That day he walked long in the rain, risking the bronchopneumonia, but he came to his choice: he wanted Emily, he wanted to grow, to learn, and to love.

Saturday, February 27, 2010, at 10:45.

The recreation at school played. Simone ran by Emily, he did not want that story end to as it had ended up with the previous ones.

In his desperate run, however, he find a problem: Emily was attending a boy of Simone's age. His name was Matteo, a hairy, shaved boy, the typical guy of girls.

Simone did not want to believe what he saw, he was afraid he was too late and that train had already passed.

Matthew saw Simone as an insect to crush, for him it was all easy: he had muscles and a tough face to envy. Emily liked this.

Simone had nothing from him, the only weapon he could show was sympathy. For the rest you could throw it off. He wondered who would like a guy with long, dirty hair, a neck kefia, a chain in his jeans, his pants down, the total absence of a muscle, and above all the fear he was doing as a mistress.

Emily waited for Simone until 10 and 55 but he left because he believed the stranger had stolen the girl.

Simone could not think of anything else and at 12:27 he thought of writing a message.

"Hi Emy, sorry but before I was a bit busy. I wanted to ask you if this afternoon you would go to see us, will you? " The heart had come in his throat, cold sweat, the fear of being too late.

A few minutes later the answer came. "No, do not worry, no matter what time?"

"Let's do at 16:00 at the station," Simone said, all excited and reassured.

"Perfect, does it happen if my sister also comes?"

"No, but indeed! Then after that, hello Emy. "

"Fine, see you later".

What an indescribable time for Simone! Reading those messages was definitely a success, albeit small: he had been able to have an appointment with Emily. Yes, of course, there was also her sister, but all in all she could even make friends with her if things were going wrong.