benji e fede Ba ghnĂĄch liom i gcĂłnaĂ bĂĄd farantĂłireachta Besiktas a thĂłgĂĄil Ă Kadikoy chun dul Ăł mo theach I Kazasker go dtĂ mo scoil thall, beagnach gach lĂĄ ag an am cĂ©anna (9.15) ar an mbĂĄd farantĂłireachta, ar ndĂłigh, bĂonn caitheamh sĂșl agat le daoine ĂĄirithe. Agus bhĂ mĂ© obsessed le leanbh a chonaic mĂ© gach maidin.
Ba lĂ©ir go raibh sĂ© ina mhac LĂ©inn ColĂĄiste freisin, bhĂ sĂ© ina chineĂĄl thar a bheith fionnuar, bhĂ an ghruaig glĂłthaithe i gcĂłnaĂ, bhĂ na hĂ©adaĂ fionnuar, agus seachas sin, bhĂ sĂ© thar a bheith tarraingteach.Ach conas a bheith gar do chineĂĄl den sĂłrt sin? Ar ndĂłigh, nĂ thiocfaidh sĂ© gar. TĂĄ mĂ© ag fĂĄil bhĂĄis chun Ă© a fheiceĂĄil gach lĂĄ. Chonaiceamar sĂșil le sĂșil leis cĂșpla uair, ar ndĂłigh, nĂor thug sĂ© aghaidh, ach ar a laghad bhĂ aithne aige ormsa.
BhĂ mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh gach rud a d ‘ fhĂ©adfainn a fhĂĄil in Ă©ineacht leis cheana fĂ©in. Tharraing mĂ© fiĂș an misneach as gunna agus shuigh mĂ© dĂreach in aice leis, bhĂ sĂ© i gceist agam labhairt, ach nĂor tharla sĂ©.nuair a bhĂ mĂ© ag lĂĄmhach 31, nĂ raibh aon rogha agam ach Ă© a shamhlĂș.
BhĂ dĂłchas tugtha suas agam, agus tar Ă©is tamaill thosaigh mĂ© gan an buachaill a fheiceĂĄil ar an mbĂĄd farantĂłireachta, ar bhog sĂ©, n ‘ fheadar? Gearradh mo chos Ăłn mbĂĄd farantĂłireachta freisin, thosaigh mĂ© ag marcaĂocht ar an mbus 112.
Gunna ina bhfuil an bus an-plĂłdaithe (cathain a bhĂonn sĂ© folamh ar aon nĂłs?), nĂĄr cheart dom Ă© a fheiceĂĄil ar chĂșl an bhus chĂ©anna nuair a Ă©irĂm as mo stad? BhĂ mo chroĂ ag tosĂș ag thumpĂĄil cheana fĂ©in.
Is cuma cad a tharlaĂonn anois, d ‘ Ă©irigh liom teacht dĂreach os do chomhair trĂ gach cineĂĄl gluaiseachtaĂ acrobatacha a dhĂ©anamh. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann labhairt leis, ach bhĂ orm teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh leis ar a laghad. Chuir mĂ© sĂos go litriĂșil Ă© i mbearna an dorais chĂșl. Bus is so fullIs dĂłcha gur aithin sĂ© mĂ©, ach ar ndĂłigh nĂor lĂ©irigh sĂ© Ă©.
Ar dtĂșs bhain mĂ© mo ghiota lĂ©i go mall, nĂ raibh mĂ© ach ag baint a cromĂĄin chun a freagairt a thomhas. NĂor athshonraigh sĂ© ar chor ar bith, ag glacadh misnigh as seo, bhrĂșigh mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in i gcoinne na puffiness i do jeans. Cad a tharlaĂonn mĂĄ imoibrĂonn sĂ© ar an mbealach eile? TĂĄimid screwed go hiomlĂĄn! Is nĂĄire Ă©! Ach nĂ hea, nĂor bhris sĂ© a chruach riamh. Agus d ‘ iompaigh mĂ© mo dhroim air agus rinne mĂ© mo thĂłin air.
BhĂ mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh gearr go geller anois. Ba lĂ©ir go raibh a dick suas, d ‘ fhĂ©adfainn a teas a mhothĂș. Ansin chonaic mĂ© a chosa ag teacht i dtreo dom, agus theastaigh uaidh Ă©, ionas nach mbeadh aon chomhartha maith uaidh. D ‘ Ă©irigh mĂ© an-tĂłgtha liom fĂ©in, chuir mĂ© faoi chois Ă© nĂos mĂł agus nĂos mĂł. Ansin thĂłg mĂ© mo lĂĄmh go mall taobh thiar de mo dhroim agus ghlac mĂ© a dick tiubh. BhĂ mĂ© I mo chodladh ar feadh nĂłimĂ©id.
Ansin reo mĂ© m ‘ aghaidh dĂł, bhĂ sĂ© ag fĂ©achaint orm agus ag mionghĂĄire, bhĂ ĂĄr dicks ag teagmhĂĄil lena chĂ©ile, tuile plĂ©isiĂșir dochreidte a bhĂ ann. BhĂ muid comhthĂĄite beagnach an turas ar fad. Ansin thuirling sĂ© ag an stĂĄisiĂșn rĂ©alta, agus lean mĂ© Ă©. Bhuaileamar le chĂ©ile, thugamar ĂĄr bhfĂłin dĂĄ chĂ©ile, tabharfaidh mĂ© mo thĂłin dĂł a luaithe is fĂ©idir.