Losing Control (Violetta fanfic)[Editing]

Chapter 3: Lil' Linda

Thanks so much for the lovely comments. They make me so happy 🙈I get the feeling that the setting is unclear. Marco already left in this story, Angie is not Violetta's aunt but she is her tutor. Also, if you have suggestions for the story, feel free to post them. I'm sorry this chapter isn't so good. ~J

Dear diary,
My birthday was pretty awesome. I guess my mom saw it as excuse to be nice to me today. She ordered some Chinese food. It was delicious!  The students from the Studio were nice to me. But I better not get just to it. I just wanna live in this moment.

Rise and shine. It was a new day today. I felt so happy. I was waiting at the Studio. I overheard some voices.
"But she can't know! I don't want to lie to my own best friend!"
"But I love you, I'm sure if she's your friend, she'll understand."
"Listen Diego, this is just wrong. Super, super wrong!"

The conservation stopped. I wish I could just walk in and gave them some advice. But I couldn't. Then suddenly the idea hit me, I can't but someone else can...

I saw Violetta and Leon walking towards the Studio. Leon's arm was around Violetta. They were talking, about I don't know what. She seemed so happy. And Leon, he never smiled like that around me. I guess I really have a draining effect on people. God, I hate myself. Violetta and Leon were joined by Camilla. I looked down. Does Naty even like me as a friend? I need to know...

I walked into the Studio, I sat on the ground as Diego came in.
"Ludmila, can we talk?" he asked.
"Depends on the subject," I'm unsure of what to expect.
"Look, Ludmila. I know you. What happend to your father wasn't your fault. You didn't know. So please move on. You deserve better"
"I-I-I," I attempted to find the words to say. But I couldn't find any. I didn't know what to say.
"I heard you and Francesca." Seriously? Why couldn't I say something like "thank you"?
Diego sighed.
"What I want to say is, your secret is safe with me. I think the two of you would be a great couple," A wide smile appeared on his face. He opened his mouth to say "thank you", he said as he walked outside.

I start to think. Could I have prevent what happend? Yes, I could've but I didn't. Because I'm a failure. I only bring misery to others. STOP! Stop thinking like that. I'm not a failure, I'm strong. I am a failure, I am a failure.. STOP STOP STOP STOP! I start crying. I ran to the bathroom and started crying loudly.

It should've been me. I deserve it. It kept repeating in my head, over and over again. It's like I can't be happy. Because if I do, the universe will remind me of all the thing I did, everything that could've been. My eyes were starting to dry out from all my crying.

I rubbed all the tears out of my eyes though it burned. When I looked at my phone I saw I spend 10 minutes here, crying. I took a look in the mirror and said to myself "I can do it".

I found my way to Angie's class. Of course, everyone was already seated. The only seat that was free, was beside Diego. Being near Diego was different, because he knew what I'm going through. He just didn't know that the guilt is still there.

We never even attended a funeral. Heck, I don't even know where he is buried.
"Ludmila," Angie's voice woke me up from my thoughts. "Can you please repeat what I just said?"

"You were talking about.." I hesitated "About music genres?"
"Ludmila, please go talk to Pablo. I've had enough with you being late and not paying attention."

I sighed as I walked to Pablo's office. I saw a wooden desk with all kinds of files on it. His computer screen was turned off. The room was hardly even lighted. I didn't saw Pablo anywhere. Who cared if I didn't talk to Pablo and went to his class? No one would found out until I found a good excuse for not talking to him.

I walked out of the Studio and went into the city. I walked past the school I'll be attending in a week or 2. I was excited to learn. As I stared at the school with visible red bricks, somebody bumped into me.

Her coffee or chocolate milk went all over my clothes. Thank God that I wasn't wearing anything white. "Oh my God, I am so so so sorry!" A woman said. She was a little bit longer than I was and had brown, wavy curls that were about shoulder length. She was wearing a black and white striped dress. She looked as if she was in her mid 30s.
She was staring at me, as if she just bumped into her favourite idol. "Ludmilla?" She said softly. I am pretty sure I heard my name.

How did she know my name? "Did you say Ludmilla?" I asked, just to be sure.
"No, no. I said Lil' Linda" She said unsure "I'm so sorry for bumping into you but I gotta go Lu- Lil' Linda!"

That was odd. Not just odd, scary. She said Ludmilla. I am sure of it! Let's just hope I'll see her soon again. I looked at the clock above and realised that I still have like 30 minutes left.

I walked into an antiques store. It had a strong scent of furniture polish. The store was small but it was filled with stuff. I saw creepy dolls, blue vases, a wall that was full of old Coca Cola banners. I walked over to the antique jewellery. And I wonder, what was the story of the people who owned this? On what adventures did they went while wearing this jewellery.

I loved antique stores. I came here to think, to look or just to relax. I walked around the store. I heard my phone ring and I saw I had an iMessage. I love the free wifi in the city.

From: ViolettaC@coldmail.com
Ludmilla. I need to talk to you after school it is urgent. I'll come by your house. Xx -Violetta

Ugh. Why?? I saw I only had 10 minutes left and I ran back to the Studio. I loved music, otherwise I would've just ditched this class.

I tried to catch my breath as I stood in the halls of Studio Onbeat. Once my breathing was okay, I walked into the lesson. I wish I just ditched now. This wasn't about music.

It was about solving conflicts. Apparently some students got into huge fight and they want to avoid that. So lame. Pablo still didn't realise he was supposed to give my a lecture about how irresponable I am.

That idiot. After the class, we were done. I went home to relax while watching some Netflix. I'm not going to wait here for Violetta to come to talk about what. Boy trouble?

Just a hint; that woman will be kinda important later on.