Chapter 5

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Mateo’s POV:

When I stood up I realised that I didn’t hade anything to eat. I took on a new hoody, some sunglasses, a cap and some jeans. Then I went outside and all the way to the store, hoping someone was there. When I came around the corner to the store I heard some known music. I looked inn the window and saw the same girl from the day before. She was singing along to one of my songs. She was kind of cute, just sitting there, singing like nothing happened. She was pretty good too. I just stood there listening to her sweet voice, before I coughed to get her attention. She quickly looked up and was a little shocked. I smiled a little, while she came over to me.

She said hi, a little embarrassed. I asked her if she had some bread and things for breakfast. She gave me a bread and some marmalade. I paid for it and putted the saving money in my pocket. Then before I left I told her that she was a great singer. She seemed a little shocked by that comment. She had probably thought that I didn’t hear her. I went back to my cabin and made me some breakfast.

Laya’s POV:

I just stood there, thinking over what he said; I didn’t hear my grandparents' car stopped outside. It was not before my grandmother came inside and start talking to me I snapped out of my thought and turned quickly to face her. She laughed a little of my shocking reaction before she asked me if someone had been buying some bread.

“Only the new guy, he came not so long before you came down”, I said, smiling over the thought of what just happened.

“Ok, did you get some more information from him to write in the book?” she asked. I sighed and shook my head; I had totally forgotten that, by the moment I saw him smiling on the other side of the window.

 “I can ask him next time I see him”, I said, hoping he would come back soon.

My grandmother smiled and then we both walked outside and start on the cabin washing. It was not so many cabins today, and it went pretty fast since all the cabins were of the small category. I finished cleaning the cabins in less than one hour and went to clean the kitchen. Some people had come to make their breakfast, so I decided to wait a little before I started the cleaning. I sat down on the bench outside the store to hold one eye on the people in the kitchen, so that I could be ready to take it when it was empty and no on was inside it. Finally, the people inside the kitchen went and I took my washing bucket and started to clean the kitchen. It didn't take too long, and I finished after almost half an hour.

When I was done I went over to my grandmother to help her finish the toilets. I took the sinks and the mirrors while she took the toilets and the floor. When we finished she told me to go take an ice cream and take a break. I took an ice with strawberry and went outside to eat it. I took out my phone and put one of my headphones inn my ear.

Then I turned on one of the lovely songs by Mateo Hortez. I sat there humming to the song while eating my ice. The sun was not so warm today, so it wasn’t too hot outside. I opened my phone and went on twitter. I posted a new tweet “Sitting on the camping, listening to the lovely voice to @MateoHortez ♥ ♥”

(it’s not a real twitter, the persons are just made up)

I locked my phone and finished eating my ice cream. Then I walked inside and jumped down on the couch, taking my book and start reading. It was a really good book, it felt like I was dragged inn to the story, like I was there, feeling all the different feelings that was described in the story. After a little while my grandparents left, and I had to be there a little while before I could go home for dinner.  I had read a couple of pages in my book, so I decided to stop reading before I finished the book. I took up my phone instead and turned one some music, of course I putt on a song by Mateo Hortez. I sang along, but not so high, and this time I kept looking out if someone came, so I could be ready to turn of the music before they could hear me.

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