gnĂ©as mĂşnla fĂseáin Ba ghnách liom i gcĂłnaĂ bád farantĂłireachta Besiktas a thĂłgáil Ă“ Kadikoy chun dul Ăł mo theach I Kazasker go dtĂ mo scoil thall, beagnach gach lá ag an am cĂ©anna (9.15) ar an mbád farantĂłireachta, ar ndĂłigh, bĂonn caitheamh sĂşl agat le daoine áirithe. Agus bhĂ mĂ© obsessed le leanbh a chonaic mĂ© gach maidin.
Ba lĂ©ir go raibh sĂ© ina mhac LĂ©inn Coláiste freisin, bhĂ sĂ© ina chineál 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 chineál den sĂłrt sin? Ar ndĂłigh, nĂ thiocfaidh sĂ© gar. Tá mĂ© ag fáil bháis chun Ă© a fheiceáil gach lá. Chonaiceamar sĂşil le sĂşil leis cĂşpla 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 fháil in Ă©ineacht leis cheana fĂ©in. Tharraing mĂ© fiĂş 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 lámhach 31, nĂ raibh aon rogha agam ach Ă© a shamhlĂş.
BhĂ dĂłchas tugtha suas agam, agus tar Ă©is tamaill thosaigh mĂ© gan an buachaill a fheiceáil ar an mbád farantĂłireachta, ar bhog sĂ©, n ‘ fheadar? Gearradh mo chos Ăłn mbád 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?), nár cheart dom Ă© a fheiceáil ar chĂşl an bhus chĂ©anna nuair a Ă©irĂm as mo stad? BhĂ mo chroĂ ag tosĂş ag thumpáil cheana fĂ©in.
Is cuma cad a tharlaĂonn anois, d ‘ Ă©irigh liom teacht dĂreach os do chomhair trĂ gach cineál gluaiseachtaĂ acrobatacha a dhĂ©anamh. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann labhairt leis, ach bhĂ orm teagmháil a dhĂ©anamh leis ar a laghad. Chuir mĂ© sĂos go litriĂşil Ă© i mbearna an dorais chĂşl. Bus is so fullIs dĂłcha gur aithin sĂ© mĂ©, ach ar ndĂłigh nĂor lĂ©irigh sĂ© Ă©.
Ar dtĂşs bhain mĂ© mo ghiota lĂ©i go mall, nĂ raibh mĂ© ach ag baint a cromáin chun a freagairt a thomhas. NĂor athshonraigh sĂ© ar chor ar bith, ag glacadh misnigh as seo, bhrĂşigh mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in i gcoinne na puffiness i do jeans. Cad a tharlaĂonn má imoibrĂonn sĂ© ar an mbealach eile? Táimid screwed go hiomlán! Is náire 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 mhothĂş. 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 lámh 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 miongháire, bhà ár dicks ag teagmháil lena chĂ©ile, tuile plĂ©isiĂşir dochreidte a bhĂ ann. BhĂ muid comhtháite beagnach an turas ar fad. Ansin thuirling sĂ© ag an stáisiĂşn rĂ©alta, agus lean mĂ© Ă©. Bhuaileamar le chĂ©ile, thugamar ár bhfĂłin dá chĂ©ile, tabharfaidh mĂ© mo thĂłin dĂł a luaithe is fĂ©idir.