one Year in America Mari & Mason 1

chapter 1

I'm currently Skypeing with my best friend Tanja.

'That there was even such a thing as an exchange at school.' 'We live in such a big city, and yet I feel like we're a village.' I had to laugh. 'Maybe it would be helpful to come to school more often.'  

Tanja never really liked school. She was also two years older than me. She was only in my class because she had repeated a year. 'No,' she said. 'My little sugar fairy, you know very well that I prefer to work.' I had to laugh again. 'That sounds damn wrong,' I said. 'Oh. Mari, that always sounds wrong in the ears of a virgin.'

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Here it started again; I was rolling my eyes when the doorbell rang. I jumped up from my chair, knocking it over in the process. Tanja looked up from her freshly painted nails. 'What’s going on now?' I heard her say.  

I ran to the door and opened it for the postman. Since I generally have a bit of a phobia about people, I waited until he was gone.  

I ripped the door open, sprinted to the elevator across the hall, and pressed the button for the ground floor.  

It took forever for it to come down from the seventh floor.  

I pulled the door open and immediately checked the mailbox.  

And indeed, there was a letter from my school. Whether it was an acceptance or rejection was still up in the air.  

I dashed back to the elevator, which was still there, and went up.  

When I slammed my room door shut, Tanja looked up again, her light blue eyes meeting mine, looking skeptical. 'So? Lottery jackpot?'  

'We'll see in a moment.' I opened the letter and skimmed through the usual blah blah. I looked up. 'I’m flying to the States.' I said, shocked. Tanja looked as if she had fallen from the sky. 'Seriously?' She had tried to talk me out of the whole thing. Others would call that selfish, but I knew she was just worried; I wasn't the type of person who radiated confidence or was particularly skilled. I was more of the kind who blended into the crowd and knocked over every doorframe while passing by.  

I had to be careful not to scream. I wasn’t a typical girl. I was a kind of young woman who preferred having guys as buddies. Instead of spending hours shopping, I’d rather spend nights in front of a console gaming. But at that moment, I realized that the girl inside me was awakening.  

She was practically screaming: MARI, SHOW THE WORLD!  

I felt my cheeks getting flushed. I looked at my laptop, and my best friend raised her eyebrows. 'You know what that means.' I internally groaned.  

Tanja changed her men like her underwear and was convinced that one needed to gain experiences. Meanwhile, I just wanted my peace. I wasn’t Tanja. She was the perfect beach girl or model. She had everything in the right place and wore high heels all the time.  

I was a little chubby bundle with too much of everything, and I had broken my foot in high heels just last year. 'Yeah. I know.' I neatly packed the letter away. 'Study, get good grades, and improve my report card for my dream job.' Tanja sighed and waved her hand at me. 'You should snag a guy.' One of her fingers went down. 'You should screw his brains out and yours, too.' Another finger went down. 'You should finally go out and party.' Another finger gone. 'Did I mention that you damn well should get laid?'  

'I’ll turn you off in a second.'  

'I mean it, Curly.'  

'So do I. I have no intention of throwing myself at any guy in America.'