A Teen Life

Chapter 5

“Cianna’s P.O.V”

Isabella told me about her and Gregory last night, how could he not know about her boyfriend? Angelo and her have been dating for three months now. They were absolutely adorable, video chatting every night. Her and him met through our cousin Antonio. They clicked instantly. Actually he was planning on visiting in a few weeks.

 

“Isabella, Cianna, your friends are here for breakfast. Lets go girls, it is pizza Thursday!!” Our father had adapted to the english language, having visited many times when he was a child himself. Each Thursday night we would order pizza and stick it in the fridge, only to reheat it the next morning, have all of Isabella and my friends over, and pig out.

 

“Coming Papa!” I finish tightening my belt, I am wearing a high waisted circle skirt that comes up to the bottom of my ribcage, a tan tank top that is tucked in. The skirt is a floral print and I also have tan ankle boots, that have fringes on them. My style was quite different than Isabella. She was more edgy, into cars and such. I had always loved fashion. I add the last bit of eyeliner needed to complete my look.

 

“Cianna! Scendere qui in questo momento” I hear my father yell.

 

“Coming Papa!” I grab my backpack a head downstairs. I see my friends and family looking at me with caring faces. “I’m fine guys, really.”

 

“Cianna we are just looking out for you, Especially me and Hollis over here” Bennett points to his older (by one year) brother Hollis. “You are family, and like stuff”

 

“Like stuff? My brothers bad grammar will kill him one day, he means that we love you and are not going to let you be all sad. Especially about some jerk like Lance.” Hollis remarks, taking another bite of his pizza. He chews and swallows. Setting his pizza down he walks over to me, he stands over a foot taller than me compared to my 5’5 he is massive at 6’7 and he never forgets to remind me of it, he would tease Isabella about it but she could take him down, and he knows it. “Just watching out for you Shorty”

 

“Excuse me? Look who is talking Mr. Giraffe!” I grab a slice of microwaved pizza and sick it on my plate. “I mean seriously! Wheres Bell?” I notice Gregory tense at hearing my sisters name. I hear her before I see her…

 

“Cianna!  Angelo is coming to America! I can not believe it! He want to cook us dinner, you me and- Pa..pa…. Ummm? Hi guys.” She trails off.

 

“Oh, Bella that is incredible, Your Papa is proud of you. Indeed, do you know when he is coming to l'America?” Our dad obviously not noticing how awkward it just got. He approved Angelo. He had know him from when we were kids, before we came to america.

 

“Papà non è un momento migliore.” I say sternly say, telling my dad it is not a good time for that discussion.

 

“Oh, perché? Che cosa sta succedendo?” Responding with “Oh, why? What is going on?” doesn’t help papa!  I think to myself. Instead I just shake my head and tell him I will talk to him about it later. Instead I hand my sister pizza and she bits causually. To add to the awkward Gregory begins talking, in interrupted by Isabella.

 

“I’m Sorry, I-” he begins.

 

“No, I am. Gregory it is not like I don’t feel affetto e l'amore, for you. Indeed I care greatly. It is not the right time. We have been friends forever and I cant risk loosing you if we break up, or get awkward. Also I am in a committed relationship. I can not just leave it for a promise that has so many odds against it.” She set her pizza down and her eyes begin to water. My sister barley ever cried. She didn’t even cry when our mother died, she took boxing, and punched, beat, kicked, tormented, and fought, out her anger. “and I know I am a risk taker. It thrills me and excites me, but in all truth you know how fragile my heart is. You of all people know how to break it too.” Thats when she runs up to her room, I hear her door slam.

After everyone leaves, I walk up to my sisters room. Opening the door I see her punching her dummy. She fixes it head and punches again, again, and again. I sit down on her bed after closing the door, I know she has noticed me. I can just tell things like that, she doesn’t want to talk right now. Instead of forcing her I just taking the scenery.

 

The walls are painted a deep green, depending on your mood they are either happy, or depressing. Her deep purple silky sheets cover her queen size bed, unlike mine, the bed is made. I notice all the images of her, our friends, our family reunion, her and Gregory, and the picture by her bed, of her me and our mother, when we were 6.

 

Our mothers brown curls and green eyes drag you to her, tie died t-shirt that we made her that year  matches ours. My hair is in two braids, and Isabella’s is in pigtails. Mom has her arms around us, sitting in the middle of us. She is smiling her perfect white smile, she is locking eyes with the camera, we are too, but you notice her. That was  about a month before she died.

 

“Cianna.” I go out of my trance and see my sister standing in front of me. I stand up as she pulls her gloves off. She begins to cry into my shoulder.  I hug her and let her cry. We sit down and allow ourselves to hold one another.

 

“Isabella, You need to evaluate the-”

 

“What situation? My long time crush admits his love for me, the same day my boyfriend tells me he is coming to america! I have to pick one.”

“You need to lay low.”