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Once, I stole changed the results. When I told my parents carefully test scores, parents saw the face expression of joy when my heart glad Ye ashamed. Later, I confess this to the teacher all the time not long ago sobbing sound. I had to do, because his father seem to find the problem, warned me that he was going to school to inquire about my accomplishments. And I still did not recognize, but came to the teacher cried. I'm afraid, not afraid of his father severely reprimanded, but afraid to see him disappointed eyes again. Teacher stroked my head kindly tell me this score he lent me, but next time I gave him to a real good. After all, the father did not go to school, I think perhaps he was afraid to lose discovered the truth after this rare pleasure, he would rather believe that his son did not lie to him. And I, but in any case I can not be happy.

Father is not smoke, but under special circumstances occasionally a point. Not hard to imagine the number of special circumstances occur father smoking is directly proportional to the number of times with my exams even equal. Count, if my father only smoke four best Marlboro cigarettes a year, it must be because I took the test four back again this year. But in the end I failed them, I did not have a good result to my teacher, and father eventually picked up a cigarette and let the smoke permeates every corner of this gloomy house. Some mothers have started to cough, but I still sit very steady, his eyes staring those ashes on the ground.

I finally decided to break the silence, and the house full of smoke makes me even more strongly the desire to smoke, so I immediately uttered a father never imagined the words:. "Dad, I want to smoke Marlboro cigarettes," I'm not finished after dare to see my father, but I can imagine his look surprised expression, then I do not know this expression will be transformed into understanding or helpless. Just remember my father still did not speak for several seconds after the finish, the mother hesitated to say they do not know what to say, I took a walk on the dark balcony cigarette smoked with breathing. Remember the night when the cold wind, I want to jump as much as a kind of sudden impulse, imagine the kind of gliding, wind whistling in my ears feel. Then I as much as a trace of pleasure. After all, I did not do, because I have the courage, not afraid of death, but the fear of losing my people can not lose me. But they may have to know that they're doing is great pains to put their children into the cliff. I believe that one day, we will not be silent.