Losing Time

Chapter 1: The New Girl

"Dolcezza. Svegliati, è il momento per la scuola. non si vuole perdere il primo giorno (Sweetie. Wake up, it's time for school. you don't want to miss the first day.)" My mother said, taking away my blanket.

I groaned, "Momma, we are now in America, you have to stop talking in Italiano.. no one can understand." She glared at me.

"I will speak the language i want, Piccolo marmocchio (Little brat). Now get ready for school. You will not be late on your first day."

"How about we just leave me at the hospital... it would work for me."

"Get ready!"
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I sighed as I walked onto the bus. More pale people. Seriously, they need some sunlight.

"NEW GIRL!" Someone yelled loudly. That wasn't appreciated. Everyone looked at me and started talking really fast, and I couldn't really understand. They spoke with 'slang' terms, and I didn't know how to respond.

"Hi. Can you say hello? Where are you from?" A girl behind me asked.

"Hello, and I'm from Italy.." I said, shyly.

"Your accent is so pretty!!!!" She said, grinning at me.

"Thank you. I'm Bianca."

"You're welcome. I'm Hannah. Can you say Hello in Italian?" She asked. Of course I can... I'm italian..

I decided to have some fun with it. "Ciao bambina che chiede troppe domande (hello girl that asks too many questions)"

She smiled, "Cool!! So why are you in America? Are you an exchanged student?"

"No, I'm here for medical treatment."

"Why?" Well, because I'm dying, of course! Momma warned me light haired girls were lacking some brain cells, and it looks like she was correct.

"Because I have an incurabile disease called Cytistic Fibrosis that is most definitely going to kill me soon."

She gasped. "Wait really?? I'm so sorry."

"It is okay. I don't fear my fate, sadly, its inevitabile. I fear never doing what i want with my life."

She looked like she was going to cry, "That was deep, sister." Sister...? We're not sisters. We don't even resemble each other at all!

Americans are odd...