Hypothetically Speaking

one.

Finally, I was able to lay down on my new bed in my new room in a whole new place, far away from the place that held too many memories. Too many painful memories that I just couldn't face anymore. Maybe I should explain.

 I'm Adeline, was born in Paris but shortly after my birth me and my parents moved to New York. I grew up there, experienced everything that I could, experienced happines and sadness and everything inbetween.

But let's rewind a little. When I was 14 years old my parents died. An intoxicated man, intoxicated woman, a car and an open road. That's all it took for a tragic death. After that I was shortly taken to a foster center where after a month a young couple adopted me. I caused trouble here and there... Well, not really here and there but a lot. I can't really explain why I did what I did. I giess I just felt a loss inside of me without my parents with me and I didn't know how else to express myself aside from rebellion. But after that all finished, me and Sarah and Matt (my adoptive parents) put everything aside and decided to start a new chapter. Outside of New York. More specifically in Sydney, Australia. 

And that is where I am now. It's been a couple of weeks since we moved here and the house over all is done. All the furniture that needs to be here is here. Only minor details are left to fill which can be fill thorugh time. Now I was just lying on my bed, I didn't even take my clothes off or got tucked in the sheets. I just needed to lie down for a minute and think about how lucky I am actually. I just now finished with putting everything in place in my painting room. Yes, I paint, I draw and everything in between. I'm an artist as you may call one. And Sarah and Matt were geniune enough to give me a whole room just so I can paint. The room is not really huge but for me it's enough. I'm just happy I won't have to mess my whole room up with paint and such. Cause that happend too many times in the past.

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 "Adeline? You awake?' I heard a female voice followed by a knock on my bedroom door.

 "Hm? Yeah, I've just... Yeah, I'm awake." I replied sleeply while fumbling with my pillow trying to decide where I felt most comfortable.

 "Okay, well... Me and Matt are off to work, you have cereal in the kitchen and I left the house key on the counter."

 "I didn't do anything on the counter, promise!" I joilted up, still half asleep so not really aware of what I was saying or hearing. 

 "What? No, just... I'll call you later." Sarah laughed figuring I was half asleep and just left me to decide am I gonna get up now or get back to sleep. I fell back on the bed for a couple more minutes, feeling the light of the sun on my closed eyes. And it was becoming kndw annoying so I just got up and headed to the kitchen. I got there and found some keys. Then I remembered she was probably talking about them being on the counter... Not me. I made myself cereal and went back to my room to open my beautiful laptop and get on tumblr. Obviously.

 /some time later/

 "Hey, did you fully wake up?" Sarah laughed through the phone, remembering the state I was in ths morning while she was talking to me.

 "I did, I did", I let out a chuckle before continuing, "I'm actually in town now." 

 "Are you? How did you get there?"

 "Called a taxi. You left me a number a couple of days ago." 

After that we just made some small talk on our plans for today. Her's were being at work and mine were probably to start my first painting here in Sydney. And I needed to get inspired to do that so I went to see the town a little and what were the people doing.It's very interesting to live in a big town. You see so many different faces and figures. And I love it. I love when people stand out from the crowd. When they're different but don't try too much to be different. Basically I love people being themselves and expressing themselves in dofferent ways. Like a girl I saw near a small fountain, she had bright pink hair, black lipstick, eyeliner on point, tattoos covering her arms and she was wearing this amazing dress. That's her way of expressing herself and that is one of the things that inspire me.