In It For The Long Run (Editing)

IIFTLR- Sometimes Letters Are Better than Words

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So there is progress in the story and thank you to you all who are taking the time to read my story. 

I again apologize if there are any spelling errors in the story, I will go back and edit when I can.

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Something new in this chapter that is going to be happening quite a bit in the this story: Language change. In this chapter there is a bit of text in Greek. Now I am Greek but my writing abilities isn't perfect so if anyone notices some mistakes, i'm sorry. Don't worry, the English translation is there so you won't be in the dark :)

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Chapter Two

“Esme Montez, are you done yet?” I yell to my un-biological sister through the phone.

See Esme has a tendency to leave things last minute. It could be small things like getting her books for class or it could go to the other extreme of packing for our one month holiday to Italy the night before we leave.

 ‘Ahh, you got to love her’ my inner voice says to me and I do love Esme. I love her because of all her little quirks, because of her kindness and also how crazy and free-spirited she is. I sometimes wish I was more like her in that sense. I’m more serious and rarely let go and have fun. In fact I never really let loose and enjoy myself unless there is something fuelling me to do so. Esme is usually my fuel for letting loose and I love her for it.

“Nikki if you stop hounding me, maybe I’ll get it done quicker.” I roll my eyes at her snarky remark. Typical response from her though. I’ve grown accustom to it so it is actually quite a concern when her answer isn’t like that.

“Maybe if you decided to pack at a different time and maybe not the night before, you would be done and we would be able to go to sleep.” I answer in frustration. I just hope she finishes packing at a reasonable hour because we both turn into monsters when we don’t get enough sleep.

“Nikki, I know that you hate it when I leave things at the last minute and I’m sorry. It’s a bad habit but I always get things done in time, despite the rush we have to go through to make that deadline. Now, if you could please read out to me the list so I can check what else I need to put in my suitcase.” Esme answers with a calm and pleading voice.

 I sigh knowing that she never does these things on purpose, she never intends to frustrate me and I shouldn’t be so rude to her about it. I always like things to be organised and planned. Esme is just not like that and just like she has accepted my ways of doing things I have to accept hers.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you. You know me and my weird ways of getting things done.” She laughs at my last comment as I go to get the list I made reminding me of what to pack.

“Okay, I got the list.” I read out the list I made, only to discover that she had forgotten to pack the majority of the things needed. She forgot to pack her toothbrush and toothpaste. Like, seriously? That is one of the most important things you need to bring unless you want to scare all of Italy away with your breath. Especially the guys, who would want to scare hot European men away? ‘Ahh, yes the guys.’ I sigh mentally in delight, ‘This is going to be one hell of a trip.’