CHAPTER 1:RIGHT INTO CRAZY LAND

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A YEAR AND A DAY LATER

My name is Eleutheria Rose --weird--because my mum is actually from a tiny Mediterranean island called Cyprus. However, because most people in U.S.A, New York where i currently live can't pronounce it correctly and it annoys the shit out of me i tell everyone to call me Lexi from my middle name which is Axelle. Cool name huh? My mum is a guns n roses fanatic so she decided to take advantage of her last name which is Rose and give the name of one of the most badass names in the history of rock n roll.

My inner rock-addicted fangirl could not be prouder of her name. She is currently dressed in leather and black t-shirts with biker boots and all that jazz.

P.S Eleutheria actually translates to freedom in English from Greek so basically my full name is Freedom Axelle Rose. Hahaha, even i laugh  when i translate it and it's my name, so feel free. Anyway i am adopted --yeah i know classic winy story-- but it's cool that i am adopted. My mum is pure awesome --come on just think about the name she gave me-- right now she is somewhere in Africa exploring some gigantic rainforest for new cultures. I do kinda miss her but  we skype a lot and in a couple of months is our mandatory pre-planned yearly mother daughter meeting! Oh, i just remembered today it's my birthday and in about two hours i am going to be 24 years old, yay me! God, i though that by now i would have done more with my life than this. I will just call it a quarter-life crisis and get over it by chucking a shitload of liquor tonight.

Remember when i said that my mum is from Cyprus? Yeah, that's also the place she adopted me from. That is obvious in the way i look. I'm quite tanned as my skin is naturally oliveish , i have light brown hair and green eyes. As for body type i am medium height, with a drop of extra curvy and small feet--kind of weird--. Quite a few people ask me if i am Spanish when i speak Cypriot-Greek, cause the language sounds similar and i am unusually tanned but i couldn't be prouder about my birth country. It is just a sense of pride that's has been nested in my soul since i was born.

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It's 6 am and i just woke up because of my fabulous alarm screaming in my ear that it feels good by M.C hammer. I wake up full of energy and excitement that i actually have the day off on my birthday free to enjoy. I dance my way into my bathroom and then follow the corridor into the kitchen with sexy but equally embarrassing dance moves. I drink my milk and eat some cake for breakfast. Oh yeah! Feeling the birthday joy!

I put on my turquoise sexy one piece swimsuit and clothes above it before I head to the pool two blocks away from my building, cause i love, Love, LOVEEE to swim. I was heading towards the exit when i hear a man's voice ''hey little girl didn't you forget something?'' I turn with a huge smile on my face and walk preppily to the man who talked to me.

''Frankie how could i ever forget you?'' I ask, my tone sweet as i look at his wrinkled face, forever set into an expression of a smile that reaches his tired eyes, from all the troubles that life threw at him.

Frankie is like the only normal family that I've got, he has known me since high school when i had first moved in this building with my mum. He has been working in this building for over twenty years. He is tall and must have been handsome when he was younger but now he is like seventy years old or something so he is the closest thing that i have ever had to a grandpa and i think i am the closest thing he has to a grand-daughter since he and his wonderful wife Clara couldn't have any children. Frankie walks towards me from behind his lobby desk to give me a hug.

''Good morning what's going on with all the love?'' i ask trying to cover the expectancy in my eyes just in case he forgot.

''Oh little girl did you think i would ever forget your birthday?'' He says as he gives me a little box wrapped with a little bow on it. I know i shouldn't be this excited but i love presents like a five-year old on crack while it's Christmas.

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