Where The Wind Blows

Chapter 1.

It was a Saturday, one that was supposed to be pleasant because unlike other days of the week, I don't work in the morning on Saturday. Just a night shift, so my anger was justified when I heard my phone ring. Everybody who had my number knew well not to call me on a Saturday morning. Everybody included just three people, yep, I'm that popular. I groaned and shifted my position,covering my ears with my pillow with the full intention to ignore whoever felt it was okay to disturb my morning.

Who could blame me?

It's Saturday, the only day I get to sleep in as long as I like till four pm and wanted to sleep some more. I stayed up last night after work staring at my ceiling like a complete freak with a million thoughts going through my mind. I just couldn't find sleep and when I did, it was really late, all the more reason why I need to sleep at least two hours longer. My phone continued to put me in misery as it rang three more times, I was almost tempted to throw the thing away when it stopped. I smiled to myself in triumph, placed my pillow properly and laid my head to continue in this joyful bliss.

My joy was short lived.

My eyes hadn't even closed properly when my phone started ringing again and it's probably in my head but it sounded louder this time. I sighed and groaned at the same time in defeat as whoever was on the other end of the line had no intention of giving up. I pushed down the covers and grabbed the phone from the nightstand, eager to see couldn't understand my,

'Don't disturb me on Saturday mornings rules.'

My eyes found the name on the screen, it was one of the three people who had my number. It was Elisa, she of all people should know. She's the best friend, the only friend actually. I took a deep breath and answered,

"Buenos días Reina!" Elisa's cheerful voice came through the phone.

"English please." I replied groggily.

"You're not English, I'm sure you don't need to be reminded. You are a strong Latina, don't forget that." She said in a strong and firm voice, she was being patriotic for no reason.

She woke me up this morning just to tell me about my origin?

"What do you want?." I asked almost ready to end the call and throw my phone out the window.

"You didn't even say good morning, I'm sure I taught you better than that." she sounded like she was going to cry but I knew her better than that. I have no idea why she never considered acting as a career.

"Are you going to tell me why you called me on a Saturday morning even though you know just how much I cherish it? I mean, I refused to pick your call and you still didn't get the hint, really?" I said stretching my arms and holding on to my pillow tightly.

My eyes were aching me real bad and the headache from the previous day was back.

She didn't reply instead all she did was laugh. It wasn't even a small or short laugh, she was laughing like a lunatic like she just heard Trevor Noah or Kevin Hart crack a joke.

If there's one thing I know about myself is that I'm not comedian.

"What's so funny?" I hissed.

"No-nothing-" She stuttered trying to get a hold of herself, now I was really interested in what was so amusing to her.

In a much firmer and calmer voice she continued,

"It's just the way you sounded, I imagined your face all red and furious. You know I love it when you're pissed off, your facial expressions always crack me up." and then she continued laughing. Yes, she knew me well enough to get the exact image of my pissed off face.