Story of my school did not become anything nice, especially after the days she did not with us anymore, I tried very hard to make everything according to the meaning better, but not it's always nice at all.

The game against wild boys in my class, on a terrifying than they must, they started playing snatching my paintings.

There was a day ...

When I was just wanders in the corner of the playground, it was the boys of my class goose and little boy inside another class, they blocked my path, like this old wings they still do that ...

- Hi ... Yuri love! Some say the little name.

I fell silent, trying to not fear the truth ... I'm still shaking!

- We heard this, you will draw a nice little picture, try to see it!

- No ... I'm clutching his briefcase.

- Why? Every day that he too meekly.

I fell silent.

A child looks to me very much, to grabbed my briefcase, I struggled again, but there is, I finally gave in and let them steal away the picture I have just painted.

I warm memories, angry but do not know much more than others. I cried, cried so much.

Then, I went to a place, I was in the flower field farthest up our glasses. Whenever I was sad or meet there to talk to mother my own way.

I plopped down grass withered, because it was winter, cold weather, then gray. Then I cried, sobbed.

- Why are you crying Yuri here?

You know, when I was surprised and very scared, because nobody knows but me out of this place, and when I turned around I was more surprised, to see people standing in front of me, is none other Pi.

- Why ... why ... did I stammered words

- Why would I get here, right? Pi laugh

I nodded, tears still Stamps surround Jerusalem on the cheek.

- Do not cry, he returned it.

Say then, Pi pulled from the backpack of his brown out a stack of my paintings.

- Why ... why did you get?

- That's my story, your story is picked up now and stop crying.

Pi smiled!

Then Pi shoved into my hand paintings.

- He painted beautiful, passionate okay not to give up!

Speaking then, he walked straight into the fields, and disappeared quickly after the orange trees planted at the edge of the valley.

I was not surprised at what is happening before my eyes, my stolen paintings, and then again he secretly admired you, but I get back.

I am lost in thought, then smiled, I stood up and went home, the winter sun rays softly light strip on my feet.

...

After that, I do not see Pi as cold as the way I used to think anymore, he laughed more than they should, at least for me. Sometimes to town I met him, and two children talking, then I do not see him anywhere cold and taciturn, he said more is on the other. We talked about the paintings, on our home field lapis flowers.

"You have a nice house, on a beautiful field"

"But they say, I'm in a desolate place, quiet, sometimes to the horror."

Pi laugh ha huh:

"So that everyone loves to spring his country that".

I smiled when I heard coming from the land of the two, as the type of house we are in a land of fairies in fairy tale!

Also starting from this moment, I have to separate your intentions, I painting donated to Pi, which before now I still wish to do, but there is no chance.

But until I finished the painting was, I nail that will bring security to give it to Pi, Pi will happily accepted the invitation.

But these things, I would never do it again, when Pi abruptly leave our lives. Heard is going to a very remote place.

"Pi will be absent from today," the teacher informed us that

"Are you him?" A girl in my class to speak.

The teacher just smiled sadly, then do not say anything more.

These days, no Pi to class, did not appear in the town, or in some secret corner of the field flowers up our glasses again. heard some kids in my class said, Pi and his family settled abroad, they must, but kids say Pi to Australia for medical treatment, listen to a fear that it flooded my mind.

The day after Pi goes, the story of my childhood is never beautiful at all, except for the moment when he was at my side, very warm, even a little.

I can tell with the exception of that sad story, she gently rubbed my head and consoling: "In one day, I will meet him."

I kept hoping, maybe one day it