Liv!

Chapter 5

"So, let's start. What's your name?" She laughed hardly, "I know: Olivia Anderson."

I nodded brightly. "I think you are right. But why do you want to know?"

"For the protocol. We always want to clarify all formalities and record progress."

"Ah, unterstood. Clarify formalities and record progress...sounds strange. But ok...not my thing."

"So. What are your dreams?"

Hm..."Seriously?", I replied, "I never thought about something like that. But jumping from a cliff in the sea sounds great."

For this I got only a disturbed look from the side. I laughed loudly.

"I mean, why not. But...can't you die while trying this?", she asked worried.

"I don't know. But...sounds funny. I think I will try when I am an adult."

"Ok. That brings me to the next question. How old are you?"

"14 years old. And you?", I replied.

"26. But that's not interesting, I think.", she answered,

"And what are your hobbies?" "I like to play on my guitar and I play often on our piano and sometimes I sing...but yeah. I don't really know. I think, I have no hobbies. I like to swim and dance, but that's all."

"But no! That sounds great. Do you want to play something on your guitar?", she asked fascinated.

I nodded slowly. "Why not." And then I took my guitar and began to tune the strings.

"What may I play, my Majesty?", I asked playful.

"Whatever you want. And now play, jester. Otherwise the heads should roll!"

I enjoyed this little game while I thought. What song should I play? What does she like?

"Can you play: Hurt?", she asked.  I thought 'maybe' and this was my answer.

"Do you have the notes for this song?"

"Nope. Maybe I can copy them from the internet." I winked conspiratorially.

"Are you sure? Can't you get sent in the prison for something?", she interrupted.

"I don't know. But I am only 14 years old. They can't chop my head for this.", I laughed.

"Olivia? Can you come a second, please?", my mom shouted from downstairs.

"I'm coming!" I stood up, gave my guitar to Rima and ran down. "What's up, Mom?", I asked when I arrived.

"I have to tell you something. It's about your granny."

"What's with her?", I asked uncertainly. "She left." "She is dead?! No!", I yelled incredulously.

"No, Livie. She is not dead, she only moved to Europe.", she laughed.

"Europe?! This huge continent Europe? Can I visit her in my holidays? I always wanted to go to Europe!"

"But New Zealand is saver. I would lose you in those tumults! That's not save enough for me there!

You stay here till you are old enough to travel alone to something like this!"

"But that was all you wanted to tell me?", I asked disappointed. "No. But for the beginning.

In the evening we have a long long talk to do in the family. That means you, Beo, Dad and me. Ok? It's important for us."

I went upstairs before she could end her text. It was too much for my brain. Europe; my dream.
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I'm not satisfied with this chapter but my ideas are dead. And until the chapter comes, were my ideas are for, this all are gab fillers, ok? So, do you have questions? Tell them. Do I make mistakes. Please correct them, because I myself can't see them. I'm happy when I see suggestions (especially for gaps), vots and comments. Yes, that's all, see you soon

-Picisia (I am proud of me, because now I know my name)