Competitors in Love

Arabella

Being a woman at the height of her twenty-seven years old, single, resident of the great Belo Horizonte and also living alone in a small apartment near the center, for which she is still killing herself to pay the last installments is a pain in the ass. Welcome to adulthood, baby.

Being an only child never made me a spoiled girl, far from it. I lost my parents too soon, just before I went to college. It's life hasn't been easy with me from the beginning... My mother was an elementary school teacher at a public school and my father, manager of Rogger's, a medium-sized restaurant and good parish in the city where they lived years ago. For the people closest to me I'm known as Bella, not that there are so many so, since I've never lived for long in the same city, seriously, I've lived in a total of six cities during my childhood and adolescence. The first city where my family's pilgrimage life began was set up was Montes Claros, where I was born and stayed for five years. Then came São José dos Campos, where we stayed for three years, to once again, move again, this time to Brasilia. A choice that seemed a bit bold at the time, since we didn't know anything about those parts. It didn't work out too well and in a year we got out of there too. And finally came the so cold city, but beautiful Teresópolis, I loved that place so much! We finally settled and settled there for nine consecutive years before things completely changed course.

At the same time that that city brought me the feeling of home, the negative feelings that old memories brought me, caused me to leave the city without looking back at the age of eighteen, forcing me to seek refuge in the previously unknown Belo Horizonte, where I entered college and i left with praise in the course of Advertising and Advertising of the Federal University of Minas Gerais. A few years later, with a lot of effort, dedication and grating a bit, I was able to start my professional career as an advertising at West Communications. But do not think that it was easy, it required a lot of sweat and sacrifice to get to where I arrived, at first it was difficult, I had to prove my value day by day, starting from below, as a simple intern and I was establishing myself, growing as an employee, acquiring experience and maturity patiently. And it was worth it. Every achievement was a victory for me.

I didn't care about much, nothing drew much attention, nothing made me look forward to more, nor fashion, politics or even loving relationships, I always maintained a simple and modest lifestyle, not to say quiet. I lived with my parents all my life, they were my only family, the closest people who truly knew me. But it was strange not to have other people to call family besides them two and even a little lonely, at least in my head it always sound like that. Mom and Dad were only children, their parents had died when they were young and there was no one else. However I had nothing to complain about, had a good life, had never missed anything, my parents were gifts, got good grades at school, what more could I want? However, deep in my heart, I felt something was missing, I didn't know what, but it was missing.

I grew up somewhat introspective because of my upbringing, my parents were very reserved and discreet, they weren't the kind of caring or affectionate people, but I knew they loved me and demonstrated it the way they knew. And that's what mattered. My mother had been kinder in a more distant time, yet I don't know what led her to change so drastically, but something happened and changed the person who she was. When I was little, she read stories to me at bedtime, but these precious childhood moments were gone and could never come back.

At my high school graduation, after graduation, the next day, the long-awaited prom arrived and with it a beautiful party with all the classes present, teachers and guests, the hall was full. All students were very well dressed in their dazzling outfits and dresses and I couldn't be different, wearing a lovely long red dress, dad's gift. From my mother I had won silver heels and to accompany, a Louis Vuitton also in the same tone. I was radiant that night, I felt beautiful and on top of that I had won my first high jump in life! The following year I stuck my face in the studies, I went to a pre-vestibular course, because I would take the exam that year and already had a goal in mind: the course of advertising at UFMG. I just needed to pass the exam and most importantly, get my parents' permission.

The weeks passed quickly and the date of the race was getting closer and closer, the danding ENEM was behind the doors. I was about three weeks away from the exam, so there was no way I could tell my parents about my decision and cheer for a positive reaction from them. Sometimes I wondered why I was so afraid to tell them, maybe it was because of their reserved mannerand the fear of not letting me choose. Then, on a Friday night, returning from the library after hours of dedication to study, I walked exhausted, thinking about the conversation I would have with my parents when I got home, I didn't imagine for a second that my life would completely change course that same night. So when I arrived on the street where I lived and noticed a strange movement out of the ordinary, I observed the crowding of people, more precisely my neighbors, around the isolation around a house and some police vehicles. But as I got closer, I was startled to see that the house in question was mine.