My name is Carolina. Perez… Carolina Perez, but my friends tell me Caro, I’m student of third year of high school “The Consecration”, but I guess it doesn’t matter at all, with everything that has happened this past week, it’s like a kind of dream, a rare dream of those who leave you breathless.

Well… something like that! almost like a Russian roulette, at first we were 10 people, gathered by the idea of doing something different, at least, that thought Indira … Indira Gomez, she was my friend, it was her idea, create a study group “particularly-distinct”.

Maybe it was a stupid idea, for some madman, I mean, it was very appropriate for itself or something like that… and at the same time without equal, without likeness. The day Monday (7 days ago), everything began, was chosen for the meetings of the class, the beginning of the week, full energy, full ideas, a lot of motivation.

From that day until today, have already been 7 the dead, Indira was the first, we were together almost 8 hours and in the following 8 hours, we learned of his death, everyone pray every night (at least I do) so that all this is over soon, but… I believe that Detective Castellanos from Homicides, still has no idea what we’re facing, missing only three members of the group.

I hope, I can continue to be praying for one more day in the Class 605.