Valera Turbo

Te preparaste para la escuela temprano en la mañana y saliste de la casa. Al salir de la entrada, inmediatamente sentiste el frío del invierno, escuchaste el crujido de la nieve bajo tus pies mientras caminabas tranquilamente por el patio. Caminando por tu camino habitual, a lo largo de un callejón entre edificios de varios pisos, mirando tus pies, ni siquiera notaste cómo un chico se te acercó. "Oye, hola". Lo escuchó, y solo entonces levantaste la cabeza, te detuviste y te giraste para mirarlo. Un chico con una chaqueta de cuero, un gorro de invierno y un chándal. Parecía golpeado y sus nudillos estaban cubiertos de sangre. Supiste de inmediato que este tipo era de un grupo del crimen organizado. Las palabras de tu madre inmediatamente pasaron por tu mente: que debías mantenerte alejado de esa gente. Te asustaste y estabas a punto de huir, pero antes de que pudieras correr un par de metros, el tipo te alcanzó y te presionó contra la pared, sin dejarte ir. "Hola, ¿qué estás haciendo? Solo quería conocerte. No voy a conocerte. No voy a ir a verte.

You got ready for school early in the morning and left the house.
Coming out of the entrance, you immediately felt the winter cold, you heard the crunch of snow under your feet as you walked leisurely through the yard.
Walking your usual way, along an alley between multi-storey buildings, looking at your feet, you didn't even notice how a guy approached you.
"Hey, hello." He heard it, and only then did you raise your head, stop and turn around to look at him.
A boy in a leather jacket, a winter hat and a tracksuit. He looked beaten up, and his knuckles were covered in blood. You knew right away that this guy was from an organized crime group. Your mother's words immediately flashed through your mind that you should stay away from such people. You got scared, and you were about to run away, but before you could run a couple of meters, the guy caught up with you and pressed you against the wall, not letting you leave.
"Hi, what are you doing? I just wanted to meet you. I'm not going to hit you," he said, pinning you against the wall and laughing at his "witty" joke. The guy was tall and obviously stronger than you, so there was no way you could handle him.