All Chapters of On the Beam: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I watched this tall, athletic, green-eyed, light brown-haired boy and thanked St. Anthony for being so generous to me. I guess he was tired of seeing me at mass on Sundays and every year on June 13. And he had sent me that eye drops that were Miguel Henrique. The husky voice was like music to my ears. I was madly, hopelessly, unconditionally in love.Most girls couldn't accept that because I wasn't "beautiful and blonde" like them, I was the girlfriend of a promising goalkeeper, they all thought I was inferior to him. Miguel Henrique was already coveted by the girls of the school for being from a traditional and rich family from Rio de Janeiro? A scholarship student in an expensive school in the south zone, thanks to my mother's friends. Of course, the girls at school would not accept this relationship. But what could I do? He had fallen in love with me and I with him.- They won't stay together for long? she is totally different from him?- How could he be right with her? - Another g

- But this is absurd! - The woman screamed in my face - Do you know how much I pay for this school? I pay too much dear! You think you can fail my son? What you earn as a teacher, my husband as a businessman earns in a day.- Ma'am? Your son can't keep up with the class - I tried not to get the spirit of the bully girl. - And I'm happy for your husband, it just proves how undervalued teachers are in this country.That mother had been yelling at me for a long time and I couldn't stand it any longer having to explain to her that her son would have to fail because he was in no condition to keep up with his classmates, the boy knew absolutely nothing.- Dear? How much do you want my son to pass? - How is that? This lady was crazy - Tell her a thousand, two thousand? I'll pay!No, but what is it? Ah now the spirit comes...- Look lady, with all due respect, take your money and shove it up your ass," I shouted in revolt.That's all I needed! Five years as a teacher and I had never seen or h

I was trying at all costs to get closer to my children, I was trying to give them presents, take them on outings and do their bidding but it was getting harder and harder to have a parental relationship with them.Heitor was much more complicated than Lavinia. Maybe he had picked up my difficult temper and also thanks to Olga's witch the boy didn't respect me anymore. Lavinia was sweeter and less complicated to deal with, she reminded me a lot of her mother.- Hello children, I brought something for you - I showed the transparent wrapping - For Hector a remote control cart and a Barbie for you Lavinia! Did you like it?- Dad? - Heitor looked at me with contempt - I'm not a little kid anymore, ok? Remote control cart? Yikes!- At your age I loved to get one of these! - I frowned - And you daughter?- Look, I'd rather get an iPhone - I looked startled at my daughter! What do you mean? - But that's ok dad, I'm glad you thought of us.I tried to talk, asking about school, friends and othe

- Hello Miguel Henrique - I forced a laugh.I imagined myself flying at his neck and punching that idiot in the perfect face so that he would feel enough pain, but I kept my posture.Anderson Silva style...not in defeat of course....After a few minutes I tried not to stare at the idiot,I ended up getting into a conversation with Helena and Camila.avoiding Miguel as much as possible,I tried to focus on my purpose which was my job.I would not have to live with him every day and every hour because Miguel was a famous goalkeeper and of great importance so he spent most of his time at the club training or traveling around Brazil to play.If I poison him maybe not even for a short time...good idea.Little by little I got to know more about Heitor and Lavinia.I discovered that although they were children and twins, they were children with different personalities. And that after Giselle's death, Heitor had become a little more aggressive and quiet, while Lavinia was more docile and needy.

As soon as the social worker walked out the door,I knew for sure,I was going to die or be beaten badly by Olivia. But I had no choice and unbelievably when the woman spoke of bride, marriage or family, I looked over and saw Oly.It was either she was my fake fiancée or I was 100% fucked and without my children that I had been trying so hard to get back.No, I didn't want to have to rely on my ex-girlfriend to help me, much less would she want to help me with this.- My son! What a great idea you had," my mother smiled, "Well, I'll leave you two to talk, okay?I waited for mom to come out and leave us alone,I knew she would yell or mess up my life in some way but in front of my mom it would be embarrassing.- Look,first listen to me…I felt my face burn after the slapping slap…You crazy girl! What was that?- You're such a jerk, aren't you Miguel Henrique? - Her eyes exuded hatred - Have you gone mad? What's in your head?- Olivia? Come on, what's the big deal? - I smoothed the left