"MAMA!!! If you really love me you won't make me go and face those ignorant people!! Even the teachers are femmine ignoranti!! (Ignorant bitches)" I screamed from my bed. I sounded so bratty, but its the truth. Everyone is so awful.
My mom gasped from downstairs, "Guarda la tua lingua signorina. Bianca, è necessario smettere di agire come questo. (Watch your language young lady. Bianca, you need to stop acting like this)" She said rapidly. That woman could speak italian faster than Leonardo Da Vinci himself.
I sighed, "Sorry. I just don't want to go..."
I heard her walk up the stairs and then opened the door and sat on my bed. "I know this is hard bambino (baby), but we'll get through it together, like we get through everything."
And this means: Get your lazy butt up and get ready for school.
When I got to school, I silently hoped that i would get hit by a bus and everything would be over. Then I remember everything that my mom has done for me, and she would absolutely die if and knew i was thinking like that. But she would kill me first for being stupid.
"Hey, Bianca right?" A girl asked from behind me. She had very dark skin and dark eyes, very mysterious looking. Finally!! Someone that isn't white! Its a miracle!
"That's me. And you are?" I answered. I thought about shaking her hand, but she didn't look like the hand shaking type.
"I'm Amara. You looked as uncomfortable yesterday as I did on my first day, so here I am. I don't think anyone should ever be alone." She said passionately.
She had such a bright smile, and I was so jealous. I haven't smiled like that since before I was diagnosed. I appreciated her actually noticing me though, so I walked with her. We had most of our classes together, so the day wasn't too bad. Only a few kids made fun of my accent, but she told them off.
Finally, lunch came around. I sat with her, and she asked "So why did you randomly transfer from Italy to America? That's a pretty drastic change."
I nodded, "Yeah it was. I'm here for the medical care."
"Oh. Why is that?" She wondered.
Truth? You don't want the truth, sweetie. Whatever.
"My mom wants to postpone my death for a while." Ooh I'm so good with words. There goes another potential friend.
She looked at me sympathetically, "Cancer?" She asked.
I shook my head, "Cytistic Fibrosis. Its deadly. There's no cure."
When I said that, she didn't walk away or apologize to me or anything like that. She just said, "The universe always picks the best flowers first. Its unfair."
That was the most truthful statement l have heard an american say so far in my life.
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Just wanted to tell you guys something. I have no problem with white people, I'm literally the epitome of the classic white girl. So don't hate on me please, I'm making fun of myself, not you guys.
♡♡Christal
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Losing Time
Teen FictionBianca Zello was born in Florence, but when she was 14 she moved to America for medical treatment. She was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at age 12, and everyone knew that she was going to die. Unfortunately for her, she was forced to go to school...
