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The beggining - Chapter 1

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋Natalia Järenfelt. Independent, stubborn, kind. That's what everyone thinks of her. On her way to the best medical school in the world, equipped with a banks worth of knowledge. You want CPR? Sure. Heart attack? Covered. Cystic Fibrosis? She'll find a cure.
But, truth be told, she didn't want to become a doctor. She had only want to when her old best friend, Mika, said she wanted to be a doctor too. She was four when she made that choice. So, here we are, on the day that would change her life for the better.
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋BEEP! BEEP! Went the silver alarm clock that stood proudly in her bedside table. The room was bathed in early Swedish light, illuminating the dark corner she so loved to sit down in. "Natalia! Come down, I have prepared breakfast for you!" Her mother, Olgah called out from down below. She opened her eyes groggily, and pulled the soft covers of her bedsheets onto her body, tighter. "Natalia! Come down now!" Her mother called put, louder this time.
"Coming, mamma!" (All Swedish words will be in cursive, with definitions). She had a normal voice. Charming to a Swedish girl.
Natalia finally got out of bed and pulled on her slippers, which were fuzzy and dirty over use of time. She padded over to the bathroom, closing the wooden door of her top-floor bedroom. She went over to the opposite side of her door and entered the white, modern badrum (bathroom). Brushing her teeth now, she wondered what the day ahead called for. She'd meet Vilhemina, like she always did at the tram stop. At 7:05 they'd get the 237 to school, and walk for the remaining five minutes. At 7:30 she'd be in school, and at 4:30 she'd be out. Perfect. A normal day, at a normal school. "Dead mor, dead mor..." she hummed to the song of 'Dead Mom', which was from one of her favourite shows, Beetlejuice. (Mor = mother). She spat out her minty toothpaste and washed her face. She pat it dry, going carefully around her nose and eyes as to not damage them. She rushed downstairs, holding onto a dark brown wooden banister and headed to the kitchen. "Mamma! What's for breakfast?" Natalia asked curiously. She was starving. "Look for yourself, lazy," Olgah said, leaving the kitchen. "I have left your lunch money on the drawer, make sure you do not loose it." She finished as the went up the stairs to sleep.
Natalia took a seat at the table and looked at the knäckerbröd, skinskä, and smörgås happily. As she ate, she planned out lunch in her head. She wanted rotmos med fläsk, (pork), and ärtsoppa (pea soup), which she would buy from a café.