Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediater Series Meg Cabot does. But I own Olivia , Sylvia, Olicvia's sisters, and any other peepers I want to add.

Italian Dictonary:

La signorina Olivia,a altro la gassosa?Miss Olivia, another glass of soda?

No, grazie. No, thanks.

la poliziotto Detective

"La signorina Olivia, a altro la gassosa?" asked the flight attendant.

"No, grazie", I replied. Even thought I was angry at the guy for interrupting my thinking, fifteen years of adequate lessons wouldn't let me be impolite.

What have I gotten myself into? I pondered. You obviously think that you have to make up for what happened with Sylvia. At the thought of her name I instinctively touched the pedants on my neck. One was a locket and the other was the garnet key ( it isn't really shaped like a key more like a circle the size of my pinkie nail) that opened it. Out of habit I touched them when I was nervous or she came up in a conversation. Plus your sisters made you I reminded myself. Well it was smart to go to them the first time I had the dream. But then they started to get more telling and I found out where he lived and how close to death he was. I was lucky to find out that the school he goes to has foreign exchange program and that his family was on the list. The school was a little of a set back for me ( I used to go to an advanced all girls school were they teach you college courses, self defense, and how to speak fourteen different languages) but I was willing to do anything to save his life.

What is really strange is that I dreamed about his death in the first place. Whenever I have a dream about a death it's always someone I know. Maybe not closely but I at least know their name without having to become la poliziotto.

So that is how I found myself on a plane. Leaving my beloved Italy to go to Carmel, California.

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Ciao! Hi!

L' ippopotamus sta nel fiume . The hippopotamus stands in the river.

I maiali mangiano il granturco. The hogs are eating corn.

Ciao! Comw Stai? Hi! How are you?

Buono. Good

I knew for a fact that the Ackerman family would know who I was. For one I was the last person of the plane ( thanks to my jitters) and two I was the only person one that plane who looked and was a teenage girl. So if these people didn't see me they were either extremely stupid or had an unlikely obsession with their shoes.

"OLIVIA," I turned to my left at the sound of my name. There stood three people from the photo I had received. The first was a women who must be about my moms age she had dark hair ,green eyes she was obviously pretty ( though I could tell that her tan was half sun half self-tanner), but sadly shorter than me.. The second was a man who had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was tall. But the third was who really surprised me ( although I didn't let on, I'm practiced in hiding my emotions). He had red hair, glasses, with freckles, and had those I just got my braces of glow to him. He obviously took after his father in the height department being about maybe two inches taller than me, 5'10"(happy, happy, joy, joy). I realized that he was the boy from my dreams.

I walked over to them thanking God that they didn't have a sign with my name on it. When I was right in front of them I said "Ciao!" I waited while the adults rambled on in random sentences. Such as "L' ippopotamus sta nel fiume," and "I maiali mangiano il granturco."

"Ciao! Come stai?" I turned to David realizing that had actually said something to me.

"Buono," I replied.

"David! How come she answered you?" Mrs. Ackerman asked. Obviously thinking that I didn't speak English.

" Because," the look of shock on their faces was priceless, as I explained in English, "you two were talking about hippos and hogs."

"O thank God!" Mr. Ackerman exclaimed, " she speaks English."

I turned to David, " Should we leave before they start kissing the ground?" I asked.

He laughed. " We should go get your bags."

I nodded and he led me towards baggage claim. With his parents following behind.

" So which ones are yours?" Mr. Ackerman asked.

" Those two."

" Only these?"

" Well they are all the clothes that I need right now. But my mom is mailing the rest along with my favorite books."

" How many books?" David asked me.

" Too many," I answered, " My mom nearly flipped a top when she found out that I had taken out clothing to put books in."

" Well if that's all-" Mrs. Ackerman said.

" No wait!" I said. I looked around and spotted a big box. " Found it!"

I grabbed the box and nearly fell over but David grabbed it for me. I thanked him as we walked outside it was cloudy and they told me that it was unusual.

" So what's in the box?" Mrs. Ackerman asked.

" My flute and violin," I replied.

" You play!"

" Yeah I've been classically trained sense the age of five."

" You have to play for us sometime!"

" Maybe," I said as I blushed.

Once we were in the care and everything was packed I took out my book for the day. I had read about five pages when David asked, " What are you reading?"

I jumped and turned to him, " Witch-Hunt: Mysteries of the Salem Witch Trials. By Marc Aronson."

" Really I've been meaning to read that."

" You can read it after me, I'll probably be done some time tomorrow."

" Thanks!"

" What are you reading?" I asked noticing the book in his hands.

"Hitler Youth. I know it sounds bad, but it's just about the kids who joined it or tried to stop it-"

" O my gosh! I read that too! You should have seen it everyone was looking at me like I was crazy."

"I know," He laughed.

OO I definitely have to save his life! I thought to my self.