Hola! I'm Malicia. Some consider me the queen of evil, others think I'm crazy. But, it's up to you to make up your own mind....
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I was born in a small apartment in Brooklyn where I lived for a long time with my mother. Only my mother and I, all at the top of a building. In a small apartment consisting of five rooms. A kitchen where my mother heated up dishes when she came home from work. Two rather narrow rooms in which you could breathe in a musty smell. Then there is the bathroom where there was a poor bathtub where we had water one day on water (every other day) as well as a toilet whose flush had been malfunctioning for a long time. And finally, there is the day room which serves both as an office to do my homework (at that time, I really liked to do my homework) but also as a sewing workshop where I sewed my clothes myself from the fabrics that my mother brought from her work. At that time, I was still a little nightingale who loved to spend time with his friends and smile and have fun despite poverty.
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But all of them have changed. From the fateful day my mother fell in love with a rich lawyer who lived in Wales. I didn't see anything coming. One day, my mother was lamenting her living conditions at work in front of a plate of lasagna that we had heated. And the next day, she spent her life on the phone chatting with this handsome Welshman. From that moment on, my life began to drift. My mother almost only talked to me about him and it became complicated to draw her attention to a note I had or an authorization to sign for a trip. That's how I missed my school trip to Rome. All because my mother forgot to sign my damn authorization. So I had to spend a week alone in another second grade class where I didn't know anyone. I dreamed of visiting the city and all its monuments and who had spent my year dreaming of the visits that I could have made with my friends. Following this "MISTAKE" on my mother's part, I made a face at her for weeks, not wanting to talk to her anymore. But she didn't seem to realize it, as if nothing had happened. She continued to talk about Matheo, because yes, it was the name of the rich lawyer that made her little heart capsize. That's when I went from nightingale to a simple little sparrow.
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Once again, my life was turned upside down by a happy event for my mother, but one of the most depressing for me. One day, on my way home from school, I saw my mother running from one room to another. Worried, I went to my room where all my clothes and belongings were stored in boxes in the center of the room as a sign of departure. In incomprehension, I rushed to my mother to ask her for an explanation. She was in the kitchen cooking. It was the first time I saw him cook. She looked so radiant that I almost forgot my anger at her. When she saw me, she gave me a beautiful smile as she handed me a cookie she had made. This was one of the best cookies I had tasted in my life. Then she told me that she had great news to tell me.
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"What I have to say to you may shock you, but you must hear it....
- Ok, tell me what you want to tell me!
- Do you remember Mathéo? The Welsh lawyer I met some time ago.
- Yes! But tell me all! I can't take this suspense anymore!
- Well... We decided to get married. That's why I packed our boxes. We will leave tomorrow for Wales
- What! But it's the middle of the year. And then, I still need to go to school! How are they going to find a school for me in Wales in the middle of the year?
- For school, I've already found what you need! It's a very good school and they agreed to take you on next week! And for your friends, you can make many more. Anyway, you have no choice, everything is planned"
Fighting back the tears that threatened to run down my cheeks, I ran to my room and slammed the door. How could my mother do that? To get away from all my friends to marry a rich Welshman? How was I going to survive on my own in a new school? Would I succeed in making friends?
With my head full of all these questions, I fell asleep dressed on my bed. That night, I am in a strange dream. A dream, or rather a nightmare. I was at school talking to my group of friends when all of a sudden, I heard my name. Someone was calling me. It was a hoarse and deep voice. I turn around, and see my future father-in-law in a Hawaiian shirt. He had an air of Poseidon like in Percy Jackson. I see him approach me, gently with a confident gait. He moves forward, straight towards me and doesn't seem to want to stop. The closer he gets, the more I see a flame in his eyes. I understand it first and foremost as a flame of passion. But when I see him approaching, I understand everything. It's not passion that I see in his eyes, it's hatred. Unfortunately, I understand it too late. His face changes and he goes from man to demon. I don't have time to move away from it before he jumps on me. I scream, I struggle. But nothing helps, he's stronger than me
Hola! I'm Malicia. Some consider me the queen of evil, others think I'm crazy. But, it's up to you to make up your own mind....
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I was born in a small apartment in Brooklyn where I lived for a long time with my mother. Only my mother and I, all at the top of a building. In a small apartment consisting of five rooms. A kitchen where my mother heated up dishes when she came home from work. Two rather narrow rooms in which you could breathe in a musty smell. Then there is the bathroom where there was a poor bathtub where we had water one day on water (every other day) as well as a toilet whose flush had been malfunctioning for a long time. And finally, there is the day room which serves both as an office to do my homework (at that time, I really liked to do my homework) but also as a sewing workshop where I sewed my clothes myself from the fabrics that my mother brought from her work. At that time, I was still a little nightingale who loved to spend time with his friends and smile and have fun despite poverty.
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But all of them have changed. From the fateful day my mother fell in love with a rich lawyer who lived in Wales. I didn't see anything coming. One day, my mother was lamenting her living conditions at work in front of a plate of lasagna that we had heated. And the next day, she spent her life on the phone chatting with this handsome Welshman. From that moment on, my life began to drift. My mother almost only talked to me about him and it became complicated to draw her attention to a note I had or an authorization to sign for a trip. That's how I missed my school trip to Rome. All because my mother forgot to sign my damn authorization. So I had to spend a week alone in another second grade class where I didn't know anyone. I dreamed of visiting the city and all its monuments and who had spent my year dreaming of the visits that I could have made with my friends. Following this "MISTAKE" on my mother's part, I made a face at her for weeks, not wanting to talk to her anymore. But she didn't seem to realize it, as if nothing had happened. She continued to talk about Matheo, because yes, it was the name of the rich lawyer that made her little heart capsize. That's when I went from nightingale to a simple little sparrow.
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Once again, my life was turned upside down by a happy event for my mother, but one of the most depressing for me. One day, on my way home from school, I saw my mother running from one room to another. Worried, I went to my room where all my clothes and belongings were stored in boxes in the center of the room as a sign of departure. In incomprehension, I rushed to my mother to ask her for an explanation. She was in the kitchen cooking. It was the first time I saw him cook. She looked so radiant that I almost forgot my anger at her. When she saw me, she gave me a beautiful smile as she handed me a cookie she had made. This was one of the best cookies I had tasted in my life. Then she told me that she had great news to tell me.
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"What I have to say to you may shock you, but you must hear it....
- Ok, tell me what you want to tell me!
- Do you remember Mathéo? The Welsh lawyer I met some time ago.
- Yes! But tell me all! I can't take this suspense anymore!
- Well... We decided to get married. That's why I packed our boxes. We will leave tomorrow for Wales
- What! But it's the middle of the year. And then, I still need to go to school! How are they going to find a school for me in Wales in the middle of the year?
- For school, I've already found what you need! It's a very good school and they agreed to take you on next week! And for your friends, you can make many more. Anyway, you have no choice, everything is planned"
Fighting back the tears that threatened to run down my cheeks, I ran to my room and slammed the door. How could my mother do that? To get away from all my friends to marry a rich Welshman? How was I going to survive on my own in a new school? Would I succeed in making friends?
With my head full of all these questions, I fell asleep dressed on my bed. That night, I am in a strange dream. A dream, or rather a nightmare. I was at school talking to my group of friends when all of a sudden, I heard my name. Someone was calling me. It was a hoarse and deep voice. I turn around, and see my future father-in-law in a Hawaiian shirt. He had an air of Poseidon like in Percy Jackson. I see him approach me, gently with a confident gait. He moves forward, straight towards me and doesn't seem to want to stop. The closer he gets, the more I see a flame in his eyes. I understand it first and foremost as a flame of passion. But when I see him approaching, I understand everything. It's not passion that I see in his eyes, it's hatred. Unfortunately, I understand it too late. His face changes and he goes from man to demon. I don't have time to move away from it before he jumps on me. I scream, I struggle. But nothing helps, he's stronger than me
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