When 19 years old, Anna Hunt moves from California to Italy. She hopes to start a new life, make friends and be a normal teenager.
Lorenzo Balotelli is the most dangerous and feared person in Italy.
He is also the boss of the Italian Mafia.
He wil...
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I woke with a headache. I decided to stay in bed since I had nothing better to do. I remembered my birthday last night and how everything came crashing down with one phone call.
I had to call the number eventually to get more details but for now, I couldn't. I couldn't know how she died.
I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and started to text Jessica. I knew I would need to tell her about my mom soon but maybe not just yet.
Me: Hi.
Jessica: Hey, how are you feeling?
Me: I'm great!
I didn't see the bubbles appear and I wondered where she had gone. A few minutes later she called me.
"I'm sorry, I just heard what happened to your mom." She spoke sadly.
It felt like a bullet hit me all over again. I didn't say anything which only made her worry.
"How are you really feeling?" She questioned.
If I'm being honest I don't know. I'm not sure whether to feel sad, angry or guilty. Maybe I should be feeling all of them.
I quickly ended the call, not being able to answer Jessica's question.
She tried calling and texting me so I turned off my phone. Ghosting her probably isn't the best idea, but I had no choice.
It was like Dad's death all over again.
I put my phone far far away from me and grabbed a book from my desk and started reading.
This story was similar to my situation. The character had been happy, probably more than me and in one simple way that all vanished.
What could have been, seemed just like an illusion. Almost like her mind was playing tricks with her.
The reason I read is to find an escape from reality and this book only made me think about it more.
I closed it and headed into the bathroom. I took a shower and washed my hair.
I wrapped a towel around myself and walked to my closet. I felt very lazy today so I put on black sweatpants with NYC printed in pink, and a pink off the shoulder crop top. It didn't seem cold outside but I still wore a black zip-up hoodie.
When going through my jewellery box, I decided to wear a necklace my mom had bought me. The letter A was silver and it blinged.
I then blowdried my hair and left it down being too lazy to do anything with it.
I grabbed my phone and wallet and closed my door, locking it from outside.
When I walked downstairs every had a sad look on their faces. I tried to ignore it as best as I could.
