Wasted // Leonardo DiCaprio

11 YEARS LATER

Hey guys, sorry for the massive time jump! But as you know Leo was in prison so there wasn't much of a story line, and I doubt you guys care about Olivia's life without Leo. Btw, there's a few French phrases which I don't translate so if you're curious as to what they mean you could always google translate them, but if I don't translate it it means it doesn't really contribute to the story line. You can usually sort of figure out what the phrase means anyway. One more thing, any dates I write are in the UK way, so the first number is day, second number is month and third number is year. Molly❤️

"3, 2, 1... Happy New Years!!" Everyone shouted in sync, then leaning in to kiss one another. Like the New Years Eve in 2005, and each one since, I was once again stood alone. However, unlike the New Years Eve in 2005, and each one since, I was not in London, stood on Tower Bridge, watching the fireworks and listening to the bells of Big Ben chime. This year, I was stood in the town centre of a city called Kindu, in the Democratic Republic of Congo, in Africa.

Even though I was stood alone, my lips not locked with a man's, I wasn't feeling upset or sorry for myself. I was in fact filled with joy, a kind of joy I had never felt before. This was not my first New Years in Congo, however it still amazed me how even though everyone is so poor, they manage to remain so happy and so thankful. Looking around at everyone kissing, hugging each other, laughing and chatting, made me realise how strong these people are. The cup is half full, not half empty.

Perhaps this realisation has come because I'm maturing, or maybe I've just never looked at the world from this perspective.

All the children I teach ran up and gave me a huge group hug, all yelling "Heureux Nouvel An Madmoizelle Kensington!" It's a good thing I got an A* in my French A-Level back in school, however I still don't understand half the shit these people say.

"Repeat after me," I say to them. "Happy New Years!"

"Happy New Years!" They all yell, some making a few mistakes in pronunciation.

"Pas d'école aujourd'hui! Je veux m'amuser!" One of the older kids shouts, and sticks his middle finger up at me. It took a moment for me to translate what he said in my head, but I figured out that he'd said "no school now, I want to have fun." Little twat.

Anyway, I'm an English teacher here in Kindu. My university was giving a few of us the opportunity to volunteer in Congo, back in 2011. I took the opportunity straight away, anything to get away from the memories of David. I couldn't live in my house anymore: all I could think about was coming home from uni to find my fiancé shagging a 19 year old in my bed. I always knew David was a scumbag- I'll never know what was going through my head when I said 'yes' to his proposal.

So here I am. Away from drama, away from men, away from my crazy family. And I don't even have to think about that fling I had with Leonardo DiCaprio anymore- they don't have many TV's here so I never get to hear the news, or watch movies. Not that I'd want to. I do really bloody like it here.

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*3 months later*
1/3/2016

The bell rang for break time and as all the kids ran into the yard, I made my way to the staff room at the back off the school. As I walked in, there was a buzz and a sense of excitement. I found my friend Lily, who went to uni with me. I usually stick with her at break and lunch times because she speaks English.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

"In not sure," she said. "They're saying something about an actor." She also speaks better French than me.