chapter 4

My name is Carlos, I have 18, I come from a family of a different ethnicity, my father is Russian, and my French mother, my parents met in Spain and since I fell in love with my mother were here giving me birth in this land . I'm not a guy too high (my height 173 cm, blue eyes, blond hair, long, wavy, light-skinned, although the constant Mediterranean sun maintains a healthy color in my skin, my father I inherited a very robust constitution (there was debill site for people in the Soviet Union ...) and my weight is around 78 kg but really I'm not fat, in my childhood if I had some problems of overweight, but now I definitely have a body with a great potential, if gym. Although he has never liked the idea of ​​submitting to a gym to be a slave to diets, forced exercises and pay for sports in a room. I've always preferred to practice outdoor sports, especially cycling, or rugby or any activity that amused me with my friends.
I live with my mother, my parents divorced long ago and almost not seen my father, he returned to Russia (Moscow), very occasionally I will visit .Siempre I like this country very different from where I was born and which comes out mimi crazy and fun, I guess the roots are heavy ... I speak Russian, French and Castilian perfectly, and the English have it pretty well dominated since the father of my mother is from United States, I was never there but I would love me. (And with many more desire since I was about 15 years.)
From that age began to draw me very intensely big, fat women, too fat even though I have only steeled the world of fat acceptance over the Internet.
It's 7:30 am and the alarm sounds. I get up quickly, get dressed in baggy brown pants rapper style, a T-shirt Cypress Hill and I prepare some breakfast in speed. My mother is still sleeping, she works hard, she's a waitress in a bar, forcing you to stay up late often, she keeps us both, fighting every day to keep the middle class.
Today is the first day of school. I walk, I live about 10 minutes.
Walking down the street, blending the early hour, with the resulting tiredness and thoughts of what may hold this course, when I'm coming to school, I glimpse the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in real life !. A beautiful young woman listening to music with his headphones was walking at the same site that I could not fail to set in the succulent legs wobble and sausage back in a cowboy short pantaloncito that if he could talk surely gritaria pain. I could not keep away view of such beauty of black hair. But in the middle of the spell I meet my best friend, (Jaime), occupying my attention the slightest but when I looked was not ... just as the sadness began to enter me, rang the alarm indicating that had to go to school, the course was about to start and I had fallen in love !!