In the still night, the stars twinkled under the dark veil of the sky. Lucia enjoyed them from her bedroom window on the second floor of the house. The breeze that entered the environment was pleasant. She had picked up her diary that called him Rapunzel, which she considered as special as her school notebook.

Dear Rapunzel...

Today was another day of hard rehearsals at Cia. Director Bellis took care of the mandate. Your bipolarity kills me. I confess that I also admire him. But I'm a real fan of his daughter, Cibelli. Beautiful, technical and talented. She also came from a couple of "super dancers"! A Graham reborn. Unlike his brother, self-centered. He barely looks us in the face when he dances in pairs.

She's done talking about others.

I will get there one day! It's my dream.

After all, I love to dance, spin and jump. I feel free like a swan... Aaaah! Too much!

Today for breakfast I ate the delicious corn cake made by my mami. Poor thing, even tired, she prepared it at dawn. I can not complain. Life has gifted me with a good parent.

Tonight, you and I and Vespa will sleep alone. Mami will be on duty. I want to dream of my prince's face. There is nothing to fear, there is an alarm in the house.

Good at school the same as always. Me, my friend Rafaela, our escort Jânio, who despite being the son of a policeman is a victim of the bullying maniacs that are on the way out of school. I get upset that even though we denounced it, everything remains the same. But "daddy's boys" always seem to do well, while we fellows get slapped in the face. Rafaela doesn't let it pass, opens her mouth, curses... I follow without using the same clear language. I love my friends! As it's outside of school we never went to detention, we take revenge as we can, but everything in the bush lol... This amuses us.

Our chat is very good Rapunzel, sleep has arrived... Put on my iphone... Listening to TS sleeping is all good.

Kisses! Au revoir!

She concluded. She turned the sheet over and drew a male face that she imagined. As he listened to the songs of one of his favorite singers, he finished his head. He left the figure without neck and body. He closed the diary. She locked it with the little key and put it in the dresser drawer. The diary with a thick, velvety navy blue cover contained 300 sheets, size 16.5x23, 5 cm, with one hundred already written and illustrated. Her father Virgílio gave it to her at the age of twelve, after having separated from her mother. A way of not letting her miss you so much, before leaving for the United States in search of a job, in order to fulfill the much-desired American dream, like so many other Brazilian companions.

She snuggled into bed. She fixed the pillow and slept.

At six in the morning the alarm went off. He showered and dressed in his style. Black tights, light purple knit dress, up to the knee and tight. Combined with the beret of the same color. Black boot, belt dropped on the hip and vest. Dark lilac scarf, lip gloss and finally the eyeliner. She struck a pose in front of the mirror, smiling and blowing a kiss.

As she walked to the bus stop on the street where she lives, she noticed a change in front of the Heclis' house, who had moved in five years ago and left the house to be rented. It seems that now they would be returning. With headphones to her ear, Lúcia leaned against the bar at the Amauri Lange stop. After a few minutes, she waved and climbed into the vehicle. During her journey, she read a self-help booklet, not that she needed it, but because of the habit of reading, her mother Clarice, fascinated by libraries, awakened the same habit in her.

The yellow bus parked at the usual final stop, located at Av. Nestor de Castro. He went down, passed Largo da Ordem, turned one of the corners that led to Treze de Maio, Rua do Colégio. Couto Martins has three floors, with ten classrooms on the second and third. In the first was the secretary, board and reception. The electronic entrance and exit gate was made of white-painted grated iron, as were the sides of the windows and doors. The rest in light blue masonry. On the ground floor, two sports courts, an events room, a patio with wooden benches and a snack bar.

The school followed a rigid and traditionally hierarchical pattern. Administered by family members only. It just didn't require a uniform. Students could attend it in plain clothes. The Martins venerated the arts as a whole, painters, dancers, etc. Everything to do with the art world, for that reason it was the only college that provided scholarships for qualified students to study abroad. Lucia had climbed the steps to the second floor, turned right and entered the room. She greeted her two best friends Rafaela and Jânio.

The English teacher entered the class. He had ordered everyone to sit at the desks, they immediately obeyed.

Before writing Lucia snapped her fingers. She stretched them out as she does every day, for she knew as well as her classmates that the ''writing session'' had begun and would cease only when the teacher stopped writing or dictating. Most of the time he had spoken in English, in order to encourage the practice of language.language among students. Professor John Scott is of American and Danish descent. His religion allowed him as a missionary to travel to many countries, learn several languages ​​and be able to choose to settle anywhere. That's what he did when he visited the capital of Paraná, after his training in the United States, he returned and decided to stay. Tall, thin and imposing, his seriousness and extroverted way of speaking won the respect and admiration of the students.

Break time...

Students crowded into the courtyard. Lucia was going down the stairs with her friends, when a young man walked up to them. Hastily, he bumped into the three of them. Lucia was off balance. But before she could fall, the boy deftly caught her by the arm. They stared at each other. Something awakened a feeling in Lucia that she had seen him before. Maybe the contours of her eyes. Yes the outline probably. But she wasn't sure. At first she saw him as a rude, uneducated boy, however her mind allowed her to see him according to her imagination, a handsome dancer in princely attire. Somehow without explanation, some feeling of hers chose him on this unexpected occasion to recreate a character that only her intimate would know about. Then he made a gesture with his hand, taking it to his forehead, touching it with two fingers, as a greeting, smirked and winked, introducing himself.

- My name is Marcos. Sorry for the bad attitude,” he said.

She didn't say anything, just nodded, but Jânio and Rafaela complained about the boy's attitude.

- This kid is an idiot. Did you see the gesture he made? - Rafaela retorted.

"Clueless asshole," Janio replied.

"He's just an idiot," stammered Lucia.

The three sat on the bench to have lunch. Lucia was enjoying her vegan sandwich, which to the taste of her two friends didn't seem to have any taste at all.

- Are you still on this diet? - Raphael said. – Oh, how do you get friend? I thought it was the end - Rafaela scolded.

- It's been two years Rafa, since I went up a step in the company. This diet is the only one that will leave my body in ideal shape, just like Cibelli's - Lucia justified.

- Hmm... That Cibelli - Jânio put in. "I haven't seen her dancing yet, so I can't agree with you that she's the best," he said reproachfully.

-And... - Rafaela grumbled as she bit into her hot dog. - when will you come out of the shadow of this girl and be the star of the time? - She wiped the drained ketchup with her fingers. - Have you signed up for the school's cultural contest? - Rafaela asked taking another bite of her hot dog.

- That! – Lucia remembered. - I need to see if it's already started. And you, Janio? – She turned to her friend. - How's that one... You know.

- Ah, the separation of my parents? – he bit the hot dog. - Phew... My mother finally ended her messed up story with my father - Jânio expressed in a relieved tone.

- And you, how are you facing? - Lucia continued.

- Look... On the one hand I'm surviving and on the other I'm relieved for my mother - revealed Jânio sucking his soda through the straw.

- At least you'll get rid of the slaps in the face - Rafaela interfered, still chewing.

- Rafa! - Said Jânio and Lucia at the same time. Condemning Rafaela.

After high school, Lucia and her friends visited the public library. They exchanged books already read by others. They strolled through the historic center, considered one of the biggest tourist centers in Curitiba. They took pictures with tourists and had lunch at the mall. Then they danced at the Arcade youth club and said goodbye to Rafaela at her parents Ellen and Camargo's beauty salon. Jânio had gone with his mother Elize, who always took him by car at Praça Tiradentes. They did this script almost every day after school. On weekends they rarely met. Rafaela traveled with her parents to her maternal grandparents' beach house. Jânio stayed at his cousins' house and Lúcia performed with Cia de Dança in theaters in neighboring cities.

At two fifteen in the afternoon, Lúcia was warming up with the dance group, before the rehearsal began. Cibelli replaced her father. What for Lucia meant taking it easy, however, was not quite like that. After seeing her idol hit a dancing partner in the face and hearing her own cursing, she had been stunned.

''She's proving herself worse than her father,'' she thought.

At 18:30, when she got home, she saw someone enter a poorly built house on the neighboring land. Curious, she followed the shadow. She heard moans that seemed to be in pain, but she couldn't see such a person, as the place had no lighting.

- Hi, is there anyone there? - Asked Lucia who soon got an answer.

"Yes," answered a choked voice.

- Need help?

- Much...

- Wait, I'll get a flashlight. Be right back!

- Please, I'm really hurt!

- It's all right. I'll be back!

When she returned, she probed with the light of the flashlight to see the person she had intended to help. When she could see the boy with the bruised face oozing blood from his forehead to his cheek, she lit some candles for him.

close to where they were.

- Wow, you're really bad. Come, I'm going to stop the blood... - Lucia said pressing down with a cotton wool soaked in hydrogen peroxide.

-She was so cute.

- If you flirt with me I'll make you worse than you are - Lucia threatened.

- Our! I prefer not to say anything.

- OK. My mother is a nurse. I learned a few things from her.

- Good. Very good... Arre! That hurts! The guys got me right.

- The dudes?

- Arre...

- Do you happen to suffer bullying? - Lucia asked intrigued.

- Well that.

- That's right? Or did you say just to throw off? What really happened?

"Also," she replied vaguely. - I prefer to tell a better one - said the boy who was not at all willing to reveal what really happened.

- Ready. I hope you are well tomorrow. Just don't get in trouble anymore - Lucia advised.

Lucia got up, determined to leave. The boy stopped her by squeezing his waist. She tried to free herself from his arms, but it was in vain.

"Wait." She squeezed tighter. - We didn't even introduce ourselves. I'm Mark and you? - Lucia had already heard that name. Was it the same boy who nearly knocked her down the stairs at school this morning?

"How ridiculous," she replied. - let me go - Lucia had tried to leave his bond.

- Your name. Then I let you go.

- Oh. Is that how you introduce yourself to girls?

He tightened more...

- He speaks. Then I let you go and you don't even have to look me in the face anymore.

-Lucia - she said, feeling the strength of his arm. - Now let me go. You are a brute! - pushed him.

- And now… The thanks – he dared to embrace her again.

Marcos confronted her with a kiss. He brightened her face with the flashlight that somehow ended up in his hand. His grip was strong. Lucia had tried to move, but she couldn't. He watched her well.

- Time, time... What do I see here huh? You're the girl on the stairs... And you have the most glamorous lips I've ever seen. Incomparable!

- Oh God! And you the grotesque boy - expressed Lucia in a repulsed tone.

- The same one that didn't let you fall.

"Let me go," she demanded. - I need to go.

Marcos released her.

-You've changed a lot since the last time I saw you-he spoke as if he already knew her. Probably her face was familiar. He recognized her.

- Yeah - she said feeling her lips still wet from the touch of his mouth. - Since that time you threw me in the mud. In that horrible rain-She confirmed that she had also known him from years gone by.

- So you still remember?

- Look. See if it's far. Pretend I'm not your neighbor and that we don't know each other ok? - Lucia said, turning her back, leaving through the same door she entered.

Yup. OK!