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'Where am I?'
Lovina was walking through a huge field with rows of bushes filled with the biggest, reddest tomatoes she had ever laid her eyes on. She marveled at all of the luscious red fruits just waiting to be eaten.
The summer sun was beating down on her head, which was covered by a pale blue woven summer hat. She was currently wearing a beautiful yellow sundress that complemented her olive skin perfectly. She breathed in the fresh aroma of grass and the little hints of the marigolds that were spread throughout the field.
But something didn't feel quite right.
She felt like eyes were watching her, so she turned around to see who it was. But instead, found another row of the bright red orbs. Her paranoia was slowly starting to kick in when she suddenly heard laughter from nearby.
She looked through the bushes that were to her right; red desires taunted her with their glossy shine. Making her way through the bush, she poked her head through so she could see who was laughing.
She again failed to see anyone. Realizing that her lower half was sticking out the opposite end of the bush, she tried to move. But of course, she was stuck. Opening her mouth to swear, she noticed that no noise came out when she tried to talk. Finally realizing that she was in a dream, she slumped down.
'I knew this was too good to be fucking true!'
When Lovina heard cheery voices nearing her head's side of the bush, she freaked and tried to hide her herself the best way she could behind a group of big tomatoes. 'But damn do these things look good.' She was mesmerized at how red they were.
A man and woman appeared in front of Lovina a couple seconds later; their backs were facing her. She could tell that they were both maybe a couple of years older than she was.
The man was wearing khaki shorts with a red tank top and sandals. His perfectly tanned skin and toned muscles were glowing in the heat of the day. Lovina had to admit; he was pretty freakin hot. His wavy chocolate brown hair made perfect little swoops as he rubbed the back of his neck. Was he looking a little nervous or was it just Lovina?
'Speaking of nervous,' she looked to the girl next to him; he was probably a good foot taller than her. She too was wearing a blue sun hat and yellow dress. The girl started awkwardly fidgeting with her hands and said something that Lovina couldn't make out.
The girl then turned her head towards the man to reveal her blushing face. And holy fuck did she look exactly like-
-"Sorella~!"
Lovina was thrown from her bed and onto the cold hard-woods bellow her. Still covered in her red bed sheets, she swore while fighting to de-tangle herself. Lovina was definitely not a morning person; everyone knew this, even her clueless sister. Who at the moment, was wriggling on Lovina's bed and singing "good morning~".
"You are DEAD once I get the fuck out of here!" Lovina was still struggling on the ground. "And what the hell is so good about this morning pasta brain?"
Italian gibberish poured out of her sister's mouth as she jumped down and twirled over to the closet across from Lovina's now empty bed. All Lovina got out of it was: 'Ve, school! Ve, ve, ve, packing, ve.'
Feliciana opened her sister's closet, and the moment she did; an avalanche of clutter came pouring onto her. She was buried completely by Lovina's laundry and god knows what else.
At the same time, Lovina had pounced up; successfully freeing herself. She swung her head back and forth, looking for the little brat.
"HAHA you're finish-"where the hell did she go? And why is all of my shit everywhere?
"Feli?"
*~O~*
After a lot of cussing from Lovina and crying from Feliciana; Lovina was finally finished with packing most of her bags. She stared at her Feli who was sitting on the ground, trying hard to pout but failing because Lovina had smacked her head once again. A little while later, Feliciana got up to go pack her things.
Now Lovina was left alone on her bed staring at the ceiling fan; it was doing a poor job at cooling her down, so she got up and paced her room. She liked the heat, but Italy in the summertime was enough to make her melt. She suddenly remembered that being in Canada meant that there would be snow, she shook her head and pulled out a check list.
All that was left was her duffel bag which would carry her laptop, her diary, iPod, tomato plushy and sketchpad. The perfect distractions for her long plane ride. Her Papa ended up finding a direct flight to Toronto, Canada.
She never would admit it, but she absolutely loved to draw. Even though Feliciana was a million times better than her, she didn't care. It was her way of escaping from herself when she was depressed.
She would leave their house and walk down to a little flower meadow that she found when she was younger, concealed in the woods. You had to walk through some hanging moss in order to reach it; she guessed that was why she saw no one else there. It was her special fortress that nobody else knew about.
"Signorina Vargas," bringing her back to reality, a small old graying man appeared in the doorway of her room. He knocked before entering, "The car is out front." His accent was that of an old weathered Italian man.
"Dammit Paolo, for the last time; my name is Lo-vi-na, not any of that Miss Vargas cacca." She hated it when the maids and her butler Paolo called her Miss Vargas. It just didn't seem right; she wasn't the kind of person who liked social statuses. Especially if it made a nice person like Paolo get stepped upon.
"Language Signorina," Paolo shot her a disapproving look before reaching for her bags, but stopped when he saw her face.
"Why the long face eh? You are going to leave the place you complain about all the time."
Lovina looked up to Paolo who had a saddened face as well. He was like a father figure rather than a damn butler; he was the one who raised her after all. No thanks to her actual Papa or Nonno.
"Well it's not like I'm going to miss you or anything anyways," Lovina retorted. The old man lightly chuckled before pulling her in for a warm bear hug, used to her sour comebacks.
"So grown up," he lightly patted the top of her head. "It feels just like yesterday you couldn't even walk without having to hold my hand." Lovina went to say something but was interrupted.
"No more of this sad stuff," he pulled back and stuck his pointer figure in her face with a serious look. "You are leaving here; so start new, make friends! And don't let anyone compare you to your sorella, you are your own person." he hugged her once more before letting her go to grab the suitcases.
"Paolo?" he was about to exit her room with the bags when Lovina called to him. He turned to look at her; she was fidgeting with her hands. He knew that it was her nervous tick so he waited patiently.
"Thank you." Paolo's eyes softened as he looked at his little girl.
"No thank you. Lovina." He disappeared with her bags down the long corridor.
*~O~*
The goodbyes were short and awkward between Lovina and her Papa. Nonno came to see the twins off but only hugged Feli. Patting Lovina on the head; it was a step up for him actually, but she didn't care. She just couldn't wait to leave Milan and start her new life. Just thinking about it made her hopes a little higher than usual.
"Protect your sorella, you hear?" Papa was talking with Lovina while Nonno and Feli were babbling off to the side.
"Si." Arms folded, Lovina didn't feel like being scolded without doing anything wrong.
"Remember, this is for the rest of your high school career, no more mess ups like at your last high school." She already knew that, it was her job to try and make a new life.
"Si, I know." She rolled her eyes, 'Just think about tomatoes…'
"Uh…well…"she looked up to see that Vincenzo was stuttering. He looked her in the eyes and she saw all of his confidence fall at that moment. "Don't do anything stupid."
"Okay. I won't. Now please leave." 'Is it that hard to talk to me?' She picked up her bags and headed to the officer who was in charge of accepting tickets.
Waving goodbye to their Papa and Nonno, Feliciana came running to where Lovina had been waiting for ten minutes. Clearly annoyed, Lovina handed their tickets to the officer and borded the plane, her sister following close behind flailing and humming.
Finding her seat (more like couch), Lovina collapsed onto the comfortable first class chair. Not wanting to listen to Feliciana ramble on and on about the different kinds of pastas in song, she slammed her headphones onto her ears. She loved her sister, but Lovina was getting worried that she had developed a pasta fetish.
Listening to some Andrea Bocelli did the trick just fine as she stared out the window. She busied herself by counting the pigeons on the pavement and watched them waddle around while she waited for the plane to take off.
When it finally did, Lovina was no longer in a, let's say, "happy" mood.
She was clinging onto Feli's arm like it was a fucking life preserver as it reached the highest altitude. Feliciana was waving her arms around like she was on a roller coaster, and the passengers behind them were ordering extra Champaign for their 'peaceful flight' they were promised.
When the turbulence was just about done, Feli pried Lovina's hands from her arm and took something out of her carry-on bag.
"What the fuck is that?" Lovina pointed to the Disney coloring book that Feli was holding; crayons and all.
"Ve~, its-a coloring book!" her smile reminded Lovina of a new born passing gas.
"Duh, I know what it is idiota! But why do you have it?"
"Just in case I get bored!" Feli beamed opening the first page and started to color Ariel's hair purple.
Lovina knew what she had to do; she snatched the book from Feli's hands, and sent it rocketing across the cabin hitting someone in the head.
"NO~! I wasn't finished coloring Ariel~…" Feliciana whimpered in her seat.
"First of all, you are not some boogery five year old anymore; seventeen year olds don't color in coloring books," she was slightly entertained by scolding her sister. "And for fuck's sake Feli! Ariel's hair is RED!"
She and Lovina turned their attention to a sudden bunch of yells and complaints from across the cabin.
"Ouch! Oh poo!~ My hair is ruined!" someone yelped.
"Shut up you bloody frog! I'm trying to listen to Shakespeare on disc!"
"Francis I didn't know you liked princesses, aru."
"Kesesese Francis is a princess, unlike the awesome me!"
"Bruder sit down; before I come over there und make you!"
"Becoming one will make things better, da?"
Lovina didn't know if she would be able to stay sane on this plane for several more hours.
"They seem nice! Ve~" Lovina turned to see her sister pulling out another coloring book.
"Good thing I brought extras! Here Lovi, I got one for you too!"
Yup. Her peaceful flight was shattered.
Thank god I'll be surrounded by, mature people at this new academy…
Keep telling yourself that Lovina :3
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