Finding Love

Chapter 1

First of all, be patience with me ok? I'm trying my best here and I hope you enjoy. :)

Second, all the chapter titles are song titles from Legião Urbana or Renato Russo, one of my favorites songwriter/band of all times. If you don't know yet, please, just listen some things on Spotify. Promise that you won't regret!

Actually, there's some song phrases in the chapter, but this ones I translated to make sense in the story! ;)

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This story is based on facts that in my head are real, but doesn't necessarily happened
A story packed by Legião Urbana and Renato Russo, the greatest band an poet ever.

Ainda é cedo. (It's still early)

I was lying on my bed. Staring at my room's ceiling with my hands under my head. That ceiling that is still a little pink, from when I was a kid. In fact, it had traces of my early teens all over the room. The doll still resting on the counter. The picture frame with little dolls painted moulding a photo of me playing in the mud of a small farm. One little jewel box all colourful. The poster in the closet of the boy band that was a hit about 4 years ago is already a little torn but I still didn't take it out. The truth is that I like this undecided thing, this idea of not being an adult yet, but not an adolescent anymore. Ok, this had to end, and would be now. It's now or never, right? We will start by the poster in the closet.

"Juliana had not 22 years yet. As the only daughter, she always had everything, but never made a point of this all. Enjoyed everything she could, without waste, she wanted to discover the world that was out there. An ipod, a backpack on her back and a lot on her mind. Said she was going to travel the world. Her parents laugh, but deep down they were afraid, they knew what that girl was capable and knew about her wishes."

I have no idea why I had so much. Most of the things I didn't use anymore. I took the whole day to do a clean in my room. Got rid of so much that in the end I had a spare space in my room. Some things survived as the photo from when I was little in a farm, the doll that grandma gave me and the book full of beautiful figures that my aunt brought from a trip for me. It is stored together in a box at the top of the closet. The next step will be to change that shade of pink. But that would be for later, one thing at a time. I'm done for today.

I lay down again, exhausted this time. I couldn't stand. On the clock, 8.30PM. Bath, then bed to sleep. Tomorrow the day will begin early, right? Wrong. My phone rang. On the screen, I saw her name and that picture of us that always made me laugh. I froze up. That girl was messing with me, I didn't want to answer. Put it on silent, dropped it and went to take a shower. It took me a while, on purpose, I didn't want to go back and had the chance to see her calling me again. I didn't want to answer.

Explaining.

Two weeks ago, first day of the first semester of College. As I had spent a year traveling with my mother, my father's gift, I got into college a little bit older than usual. I didn't care about that, there was no hurry for anything anyway. I was going to Social communications course. I want to be a journalist, I love writing. This is my real passion in life. And after all, I will inherit my dad's company, so, I decided to do what I love, I think this is the least I can do for me.

And here we go. First day of school, anxious for meeting new friends, the likely hoax, teachers and all that different air of College that everyone talks about. I felt that at the start. Those older people that already knew what they wanted for their lives, that expression of who knew exactly how to be adults, they knew exactly what to say, the time to talk and how to speak. I was amazed, it was completely different from anything I'd ever seen. And I've seen quite a lot!