the photo is, how to say, intense. Yes. Intense is the right term. "
Lorena also agreed, and Daisy probably thought the same way. Lorena however knew the strange psychology of her friend.
She was not angry with Guido for the photo, but for something deeper and more complicated.
Daisy Magnoli had a crush on him. An attraction that he could not manage, or even forgive himself. In fact, Guido did not have any of those qualities he would have wanted in a boy. He didn't find him attractive or very nice. He was unsociable, closed and boring. The other boys, on the contrary, were eccentric, a little wild and reckless. While Guido was depressed and grey like a sky without lightning. Daisy couldn't have come up with someone like that.
In spite of everything, the curly boy was always at the centre of his thoughts. That's why he treated him badly. He wanted to force him to be detested, so maybe he would get it out of his head.
The students entered the classroom. Lorena placed the dictionary on the counter and sat down next to Daisy.
"The thing is, I can't stand having it always on my mind” she murmured to her friend. «But have you seen him? Today it is more curved than usual. But how much time do you spend in front of the computer? »He said, looking for an excuse that made him indigestible.
Guido entered the courtroom last. He shared the counter with Filippa Villa, a huge and arrogant girl, a middle finger
tattooed on the lower back that came out of a shirt that was too short. The lesson had started, but the professor was not yet seen.
The Italian teacher was the union representative of the school.
Someone had seen him arguing in the secretariat, where he had shouted something about some reimbursement of expenses for teachers' extra-curricular activities. Each union question to be solved took a long time, and Manuel Pianesi, the student who occupied the first desk, took the opportunity to turn on the computer on the desk.
Manuel downloaded the video of Iʹm rosefrom YouTube, which immediately appeared projected on the interactive whiteboard.
"Manu, get that stuff out!" Daisy complained.
"Have you seen? Nearly half a million views, "Manuel noted, the dreadlocks coming down on two straight, sturdy shoulders. Manuel was a rowdy and amusing type, of those who felt the irrepressible need to show off.
"Has anyone by chance read the latest comments?" Laughed the boy, trying to draw attention to himself.
"What do you mean?" Daisy was alarmed and, fearing a joke, got up from the desk, reached the desk and snatched the mouse from Manuel's hands. He shrugged, she clicked on the comment bar.
Daisy Magnoli looks like a diva, but I can guarantee you that she is so shy that if you ask her, she will show it only on Instagram. Signed Manuel Pianesi, beloved high school classmate.
"Fool. You pay me this, "Daisy got angry.
«Come on, it's just a constructive criticism. And then you didn't see what Leo wrote, "Manuel reported pointing his thumb to indicate Leonardo Fratesi, a boy with an athletic physique, not very tall, with red hair straight as bristles.
Leo stood up from his seat and mocked Daisy with a bow.
Daisy Magnoli's always getting off on it. That means we'll wait till she's old and ugly, then she'll throw it at us. Signed Leo Fratesi, another beloved high school buddy.
Daisy read a plethora of funny comments, all signed by her "beloved high school friends".
Daisy Magnoli has tits so small that she wears beer caps instead of a bra.
Daisy Magnoli, tired of jamming the mower, has decided to stop shaving.
Daisy Magnoli vowed to be a virgin at the wedding. That's why she got married when she was 12.
Daisy, while reading, blushed more and more, her eyebrows curled to threaten storm.
Guido watched the dark and silent video. The film was a small masterpiece created by her brother. Adriano Magnoli had an extraordinary creative talent. A vein that the disease seemed somehow to have accentuated. I’m Rosewas written in a single night. In the morning, the boy had sampled everything, and in the afternoon he was already in the cellar with his sister to film her singing the piece. Daisy danced in a room crammed with aluminium shelves and packing boxes sealed with scotch. Adriano made everything disappear thanks to digital effects. In the video Daisy appeared wrapped in coils of floating fog that seemed to dance with her.
Daisy's success on the web was the key to her participation in the Next Generation, for her brother, I’m Rose, it became the object of his mania. Adriano sat in front of the computer for hours watching his sister's film. Now, the democratic, free, peeping web had thrown her into the moods of the people. She was criticized, celebrated and insulted by unknown people. She would never confess to it, but she found it exciting, as if someone were watching her naked through the keyhole.
"I mean, what have I done to deserve a bunch of assholes as schoolmates?" she laughed.
"Oh, boy, here he comes!" Lorraine became alarmed as the professor walked down the corridor.
Daisy was about to turn off her computer when a new commentary appeared on the video.
A short, mean sentence addressed to her brother.
Adriano, stop looking for me. Or you're going to end up dead.
Secret file #2
editorial office received the recorded documentation.
To interview the witness is (omissis)
THE REGISTRATION IS COMPLETE
"Is that recorder on? Is that really necessary?"
"Don't worry about the recorder. Just pretend it's not there."
"Then, as I said before, after my Luca's death I couldn't find peace. I missed him. I miss him so much. I spent whole days on his grave. I sat on a picnic stool, a folding one. I'd sit
there and talk to him. I talked about everything. School, mostly. I'd scold him for his grades. He could have given so much more, but he didn't want to study. Oh, how important school was to me, but not to him. And then I talked about the sport, the championship he couldn't see anymore. I told him about his AC Milan and the girls he really didn't care about, and what Pedra, our labrador who is like one of the family, did. When I'd finish chatting with him I'd close my chair and go home. I'd look at his photos, I'd see his films from when he was little… But that wasn't enough. Then I… I…"
(witness starts crying)
"Luca was his son."
(The witness nodded without responding. She has a seizure. I want to suspend for a minute. The witness decides to continue.)
"Sorry. It’s ok now."
"I know it's painful. I understand. And tell me, was that when you decided to go to the medium?"
"Yes. I don't usually believe in such things, but I missed it so much. She was 20 years old, you know? Only 20 years old. I had to hear his voice, or rather, delude myself that I could hear him, see him, touch him. I know I would offend Holy Mother Church by acting like that. I know I have sinned."
(takes a glass of water)
"Don't worry about that. Let's get down to business."
"So… I'm going to the building across the street. On the fourth floor, the second door of the three, the ones facing the corridor. I enter the apartment. He takes me to a room that looks like a little chapel. The room smelled of incense. Above an altar were three lighted candlesticks and a monstrance. And the statue of the saint. A big, heavy statue, the kind you only see in churches. I was very impressed. I thought, "Where could he have gotten it?"
"Are you talking about the statue of the patron saint?"
"Yes. Very similar to the one they carry in the procession in winter."
"The