It's a weird thing. Life. You either live it or loose it. April was pretty sure she was loosing it. See there are four types of smokers, the people that smoke to rebel, the people that smoke to look cool, the people that smoke because they give in to peer pressure and the people that smoke to die. Now April was the fifth type of smoker, which meant she had never touched a cigarette in her life, due to the fact that black lungs disgusted her and her body rejected nicotine due to the fact that she was extremely allergic. But at that moment she just craved for a cigarette begging the nicotine to clog her heart and end the miserable days she was living in.
A week had passed and nothing had changed. Her friends started summer and flooded Facebook with the evidence of it. And all she had to enjoy was the fact that her room was in the attic and it was green, vintage looking and had a lot of books in it, even though they were all in Italian, it still made her heart swell with joy while seeing all those books.
At that moment she was reading “Angels and Demons” trying to remember every bit of the story since her parents promised to go and watch it in Rome the following day, when she overheard what she thought was the millionth quarrel between her parents, but this time she was intrigued to eves-drop due to the fact that she overheard her name being put into the heated discussion.
She opened the door enough to hear what they were saying.
“If you cannot find a job here, then what are we going to do Justin?! Aprils life isn't here and neither is mine!” Her mom sounded nervous and if she heard right was crying.
“I will find something you know we can't go back to Malta, a lot of people are looking for us there Anne and if they find us, they won't hesitate to hurt us. We owe people a lot of money you know that.”
April stifled a sob. Was that why her parents dragged her away to Italy? Cause of their mistake?
How could she be so stupid??
It all made sense now. That's why when she got out of her exam on Friday, her parents rushed her home to pack everything. Without even being able to say bye to her friends or see them officially for the last time.
Her heart broke at the thought that she was going through all this because of a mistake her parents had made.
A week had passed and nothing had changed. Her friends started summer and flooded Facebook with the evidence of it. And all she had to enjoy was the fact that her room was in the attic and it was green, vintage looking and had a lot of books in it, even though they were all in Italian, it still made her heart swell with joy while seeing all those books.
At that moment she was reading “Angels and Demons” trying to remember every bit of the story since her parents promised to go and watch it in Rome the following day, when she overheard what she thought was the millionth quarrel between her parents, but this time she was intrigued to eves-drop due to the fact that she overheard her name being put into the heated discussion.
She opened the door enough to hear what they were saying.
“If you cannot find a job here, then what are we going to do Justin?! Aprils life isn't here and neither is mine!” Her mom sounded nervous and if she heard right was crying.
“I will find something you know we can't go back to Malta, a lot of people are looking for us there Anne and if they find us, they won't hesitate to hurt us. We owe people a lot of money you know that.”
April stifled a sob. Was that why her parents dragged her away to Italy? Cause of their mistake?
How could she be so stupid??
It all made sense now. That's why when she got out of her exam on Friday, her parents rushed her home to pack everything. Without even being able to say bye to her friends or see them officially for the last time.
Her heart broke at the thought that she was going through all this because of a mistake her parents had made.
