Resort Luana ***CURRENTLY REVISING****

Chapter 1 (revised)

"I have friends, but why do I feel so alone."

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The sun peaked through the blinds on the window near my bed and sprayed rays of sunlight into my room, waking me up from a peaceful slumber. As I sit up, I yawn and stretch my body.

"Ow...ow it hurts.", I hiss grabbing my leg to soothe the pain of what seemed to be a cramp.

I need to start drinking more water. 

I throw my legs over to the side of the bed and shake the remaining cramp out. Letting out a big sigh, I looked up at no one in particular and smiled to myself.

Today is the day I finally get to see them

Grabbing my phone off my nightstand I called the florist that does all the arrangements for the house.

"Hello....oh yes...you do have the ones I requested last week, correct? Yes...thank you very much, I'll come by to pick them up this afternoon...oh no worries I can do it myself."

I hung up the phone and started getting ready for the day. After getting dressed I grabbed my Jan sport bookbag and headed towards the stairs.

I dont know why father insisted on having all these long hallways Ill never make it to the stairs.

Finally making it to the staircase I paused and sniffed the air. "Is that what I think it is?", I said aloud still sniffing the air, with a starved expression on my face. I ran down the stairs so fast my foot missed the last couple of steps.

"Dios Mio, you gave me a fright!", Fernando gasped while putting his hands on his chest. "Well someones hungry.", he said with a smirk and turned to bring the rest of the food out. "OOH my favorite.", Nando brings out a plate of bacon and fresh buttermilk pancakes with butter on top. He also slides me a plate of fresh strawberries and a glass of water. "Thank you, thank you, I love you so much!", I exclaimed.

"Nessun problema e ti amo sempre." (No problem and love you always), Fernando smiles and turns to leave. I can understand both Italian and Spanish perfectly as Fernando and Rosa have taught me since childhood. My Italian could use some work, but I think I speak pretty decent Spanish. Fernando is our familys head chef and he has been with us since I was a child. He is like a grandpa I never had.

"Amora *snap* Amora *snap* *snap* AMORA!!!", Fernando yelled startling me and gaining my attention. "Goodness child whats on your mind for today?" I smiled softly and replied, "Today is the day Nando, I finally get to see them after all this time."

Fernando walks around the big island we have in the kitchen and pats my head. He chuckles, "Sono così entusiasta per te cara, so quanto ti sono mancati." (Im so excited for you dear, I know how much youve missed them).

Nando and I chat while I literally scarf my breakfast down like a wild animal. For the most part he seems unfazed by my lack of manners. I guess hes used to it.

Man, whoever marries me might be a little koo koo in the head.

Just as I finish my last piece of bacon, I hear a car horn blaring out front. "Keahi (kay-a-he), how much longer do I have to wait outside for you, I've been beeping this horn for like five minutes gal." I look at the clock on my phone and realized that I'm going to be late for school, "Ohh dang, I'm coming! I turn to Fernando, "Addio e dì a Rosa che ho detto Buongiorno." (Bye and tell Rosa I said good morning).

I stand up quickly making my chair screech against the wood floor, picking up my bookbag.  "HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!!"

Sorry Mr. Krabs

I stub my toe into the side part of the counter trying to make a man dash for the front door.  "Stupid furniture", I mutter under my breath. I finally make my way out the door and get into my friends white convertible. I open the passenger door and plop my butt on the cushy seat, putting my bag on the side so I have room for my feet. I might be short, but I still need foot room.