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                            Ilaria's POV

"Alright class listen up please ", Ms Clarke my tutor said, looking bored as usual, and her glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.I swear she was going to be the death of me, even though she was quite sweet. I already had two essays to be completed by the end of this week and five other long homework's to do, I couldn't be asked to complete another homework for her now as well. "Okay as you guys know, this weeks our last week together, thank the Lord" she whispered under her breath. " So as you guys will be off for the next four to five months, we want you to start looking at Universities which you think will suit best for you and your future career but don't forget to enjoy your summer holidays too, spend time with family and friends". You see that I was excited about. Hopefully.

It's been so long I haven't been able to visit my parents because of the longer works and school issues and as they're in Italy, this made it much harder for me. I wanted to tell them to come America, but that was a no-no. Mum was always busy with going out with her friends and dad had his business trips and some other stuff to deal with, so I couldn't spend much time with both. At least I had my sister Valentina who I could always talk to even though she was far too. I missed her so much and last week she told me she gave birth to my little niece. I was so excited to meet her and be the best auntie ever. I told Valentina and Antonio (my brother in law) if they decided what name they wanted for her and they both agreed on naming her "Carina". Our parents wanted to name us all elegant names with meaningful meanings. My grandmother named me Ilaria meaning cheerful and happy which describes me well, my sister's name meant healthy and strong and my niece's name meant little beloved one.

Just when I was in my thoughts the bell rang, thankfully and finally, letting me go home. I just lived by myself in my apartment, living a quiet and peaceful life for a bit. It was hard making friends here because all my hopes turned into disappointments. Most used me when they needed me, and the others were just the schools usual bitchy girls, so I decided to be me because I'm not changing myself for anyone. If they like me like this then they will and if they don't well then, tough.

After driving for almost twenty-five minutes, I finally got into my apartment and was getting ready for a nice hot bath to calm me down for a bit. Then I'll have to put my phone on silent for almost ten years and complete all my essays and homework to get them all done and perfect by tomorrow so I won't have to deal with it later on.

****************1 hour later*****************
After getting out of the bath, I dried my hair and put cream all over my body to moisturise everywhere. It made my skin so silky and soft and I loved that feeling. Now, time to put the phone on silent, open the computer, get everything done and dusted, then I can relax in peace. Oh, and music kept me going too so I had that on, hoping it won't remind me of the fake scenarios I've been creating for so long.

*****************8:30 p.m.****************
"Thank my Lord" I shouted to myself, hoping the people next door won't get annoyed. Well oops, it is what it is. I literally finished a whole load of works and essays, what do you expect? Now time to relax and watch Netflix with junk food. Most perfect combination. Just as I was about to get settled, my phone started ringing and I knew exactly who it was.

"How's my sister doing?" I smiled knowing how much I've missed her voice. My sisters been too busy these past few weeks and I didn't want to bother with everything that's happening, especially the baby. "I'm good sis how are you? Just finished all my homework and essays, and I'm so tired and happy". She laughed lightly and said " Well good for you Ila. I'm so excited schools finishing for you this week, and my baby sisters starting University in a few months, I'm gonna cry". I laughed at her. "Hows Antonio, hope he's doing well, I miss that idiot". I felt her smiling through her phone, even blushing.

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