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Chapter 1-Fabrizio
As I wake up from all the pain and spinning, I have a massive headache. I see a girl with pretty blonde hair and light blue eyes and my heart leaps.
"Helga! Mio bella!" I yell happily, hugging her tightly.
"Umm... You must be mistaken, dude. My name isn't Helga." she says, and immediately a wave of embarrassment washes over me and I let go.
"Sorry, you look like-" I say bashfully, she holds her hand up to stop me.
"I understand. It's fine. My name's Camilla." she says, smiling and holding out her hand, as I shake it she pulls me to my feet. I'm startled but I manage a slight smile and take her hand, kissing her knuckles politely.
"Fabrizio." I say, she blushes.
"Maybe we should get you inside, you can stay with the other people we found. Maybe Helga is there." she winks at me and I feel my face reddening in embarrassment.
"Sorry..." I say quietly, scuffling my feet and looking at the ground.
"Oh, do you think you're from 1912 too?" she asks, turning to me. I'm confused now.
"I am from 1912, why?" I ask, confused. She shrugs.
"Everyone we've found here today has said the same thing. It's starting to scare me." she says before walking quickly towards a house, signalling for me to follow.
When we get inside the house, a girl stands there with light brown hair and she seems to be holding ice against another girl's head. The girl has blonde hair put up in a bun, but after the earlier incident I'm too scared to call her Helga. She sees me and her eyes light up.
"Fabrizio!" she squeals happily. I smile and hug her, and she motions Camilla over,standing next to her. "Vi twins!" she laughs, and Camilla smiles.
"He called me Helga and hugged me. You must be Helga, then? I'm Camilla." she says, and I realize that Camilla and Helga must not have met before, which seems weird. I hold my hand out to the other girl with brown hair and she smiles.
"Luna."
"Fabrizio."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
We smile at each other and suddenly an awkward silence falls over the room. Suddenly, the door is knocked at and we all hear a familiar voice.
"Anybody home? We're freezin' out 'ere!" the voice says with a thick Irish accent.
Tommy.
So, there you are! R&R!
