Chapter 41

My father is sitting at a table of white chairs and talking on his cell phone when I cross the noisy fenced gate of the court. Andrea jumps from the chair she is sitting on and her smile completely falls apart when she looks at me from top to bottom.

"Why are you dressed like that? "Question, sliding your finger up and down as if you were touching me.

"Because I'm not going to wear that outfit I should wear when I was little. "I respond in a bad mood.

“Abbyzinha... It's that kind of clothes you wear in a game of tennis.

Hearing her diminish my name makes me feel that nervous tic on the back of my neck again. With a loud sigh, I press my fingers hard on the painful place. I'm on my back, so she can't see my hateful expression and I have time to undo it before I turn around. I should cite bad weather as an excuse to keep myself covered, but I don't feel like explaining myself. I spent five years obeying orders, I don