Southern anecdotes

I already came back from the south, as you probably will have noticed. I had a lot of fun there too, I even got "tan" (which, for me, is basically not as pale as before), I spent the day at the pool, playing water polo and swimming races with my younger cousins. But I also found out that I am up to the circumstances when it is required.
There was this nine year old girl, who had went there with her younger sister, her big sister (a sixteen year old four door closet who wanted to be my friend from the start, but she didn't talk to me though), and her nine year old cousin. The first day I got there, the big sister wanted to be my friend, as I said, and the nine year old cousin of theirs asked my out. The first I thought? Since when the hell am I so popular? Then I saw them both bullying the nine year old Tati, right in front of me. What do I do?
–Come, Tati, let's go for a walk.
–Well, okay.
–Finally, you take her out of our sight!
–No, actually I'm taking you out of her sight.
Yeah. Later on Tati told me everything, and told me the typical things you are told when you do something good, but I am not a wonderful person, I'm just a girl with a sense, and a defined view of what is wrong and what is right. I took the sixteen year old and Tati, and talked to them both.
–Hey, you are really hurting your sister.
–Yes, but it's not on purpose, we're just kidding.
–I know you think you're just kidding, having some fun, but what you do does get to her, and your jokes have gone way too far. Look, you are the older one, you have to be a role model to her, someone she can look up to. I wouldn't do to my brother what you are doing to her, because I love him, and I know it would be hurtful.
She said I was right. They fixed it and now they're great, and thank God, because that giant girl could have punched me unconscious, but that possibility didn't stop me.
Afterwards, this little kid called Brian, and his brother Alvaro came. They were amazing, and then Iruma (11), Carlos (4) and Chesare (12). Iruma is a good friend of mine now, and Chesare developed feelings for me somehow, up to a point when I had to stop it.
–Chesare, you're twelve years old. I wish you were older, but you're not.
–You wish that because you like me.
–I wish that because maybe if you were a little bit older, there would be a chance that I would like you.
And it's true, he was really fun, and interesting and handsome, but a kid still.
We played truth and dare and called hot, handsome and gorgeous to some guys at the pool. We ate leaves and answered awkward questions, and laughed so much. Also this girl called Shakira came, but that wasn't remarkable. I developed tighter bonds with my almost seventeen year old cousin and I took lots of pictures. Also I found out a guy had been calling me names with other people. I decided I didn't like that and confronted him, after talking for a while (when he stupidly insisted in that he didn't know me at all), he apologized. I couldn't even believe it.
We would lay down in the hammocks at night, listening to music and talking, and staring at the night sky. We played and laughed. I will never forget it.
Summer has been good.

Prohibitions and leaks

Last summer I met some people that were, well, different, from all the people I had ever hung out with, and my parents didn't like them from the very start. Since I was fourteen years old, there was nothing humanly possible I could to do see them without my parents noticing. 

But this year, there's been a twist in the plot. 

Today, three hours ago, I came back from going with some of those friends to the rehearsal of their band. Oh dear, was it fun. I can't find the appropriate words to phrase what I've been feeling since I did it. An adrenaline rush all the time, even my head and stomach hurt. After the rehearsal, we accompanied the rhythmic guitarist home, and then went to the soloist's guitarist house, and we did all sorts of stuff there, it was epic. Afterwards we went to the mall, and since two of them are dating, we left them alone, and me and the drummer went for a walk, and it was like this whole year hadn't passed since we last met, I felt so relieved and happy you could never tell unless you had felt the same. When I got home I felt really motivated to do all of the things I haven't felt like doing in the last days, so, paradoxically, those who my parents thought were bad influences for me, have ended up being the best therapy I could have ever gotten. At home, my parents tend to do nothing productive, they just sit around and rest before they are even tired, and since I spend a lot of time with them I began adopting their habits in some way, when that is nothing like myself. I am a very sparky, active, outdoors woman most of the time, when I am allowed to, and my friends love me to be that way, because basically we never get bored.

The ruse we elaborated in order for me to be able to go to the rehearsal, was that I would tell my parents I was going to hang out with a new friend of mine (the rhythmic guitarist's girlfriend, she looks like a good girl, so they didn't care, though they suspected of my intentions, I believe) at the mall. Once there, we would meet them and we would walk to the place where they rehearse, to then come back before my parents noticed.

And it worked so perfectly I couldn't believe it at first. I was very nervous before I did it, and I thought of not doing it, but I couldn't back off at that point. 

I hate lying to my parents, or to anyone, but I had no other option. When something is as good for you as my friends are, you can't just allow someone to take it away from you that easily. Fighting is the least you can do. I tried convincing my parents at first, but since it didn't work, I had to unfortunately look for more untruthful ways. 

But it was so, so, so much worth it. It had been a while since I felt so alive, I never want to come back down from this. Ever.

If you want it, go for it, it's the best piece of advice you'll ever get. Embrace it. And enjoy the ride.