My Perfect Place

  "Rea, hurry up or we'll be late". Annalia calls out to me angrily, from her voice I can tell she is anxious and slightly nervous. It is our first day of college so I can understand her. We had overslept this morning. I really wished that I didn't watch that late night movie.  "I'm coming, just keep your mouth shut for a while". I shout back still trying to style my hair while looking for my sneakers. No, I am not that disorganized, I am just looking for a particular one. Annalia comes barging into the room and I could tell she is really pissed.  "What the heck". She shrieks looking at my state.I give her my best puppy dog look, knowing fully well that she isn't going to fall for it and whisper. "I'm sorry". She just sighs and push me onto the bed softly. "Where are your shoes?".  "It's on top of the wardrobe, I want to wear the red one". I say softly. I finally remember where I put it. I am

I tap Annalia and give her a nod.  "Alright since you're insisting so much you can pay". Annalia agrees but I can tell she isn't really happy.He pays for the kebab and turns back to face us.    "Wow I didn't really think I'd see you again".    "Yeah me too, it's quite a surprise seeing you here. How many days? Uhm four right and you didn't even keep your promise". She rants.I chuckle inwardly, I thought she said that she's over him. I wanted to walk away and give them some privacy but that's until a certain voice stops me in my tracks.   "Hey man, where have you been?, We've been looking for you." I look over to the owner of the voice as he lightly slaps the back of the guy in front of us. My heart skips a beat as I meet a familiar pair of forest green eyes and dirty blond hair.I look at Annalia and her widened eyes are filled with amusement.

“You do know how to play drums pretty well". I say and nudge Matteo with my elbow. He laughs and tries to block it.   “And you Adrian, you're really bad when it comes to playing the flute. I think you made my ears bleed". I say and shudder as Annalia laughs beside me.   We were done playing the game and we are about going home. Group A won and the game was really fun. Matteo asked to take us home but we refused, we wanted to walk. It's not like the school is far from our apartment so then Matteo, Adrian and Mariquita volunteered to walk us to the gates. “You know I can play with some other thing that you would definitely enjoy". “Ha and what's that". Annalia asks. He smirks and says. “Your va...” Before he could let the word out Mariquita puts a hand over his mouth and smacks his head. Matteo just laughs and Annalia shrugs. “Come on let's walk faster Andrea I'm really hungry here". &ld

  “You with the brown curly hair, stop being goofy”. I hear my coach as I hit the ball again and I sigh. Seriously does this man thinks I'm doing this on purpose. We've been playing for close to an hour now, my palms and wrists are really hurting me. Damn, these girls do have a lot of energy, they play so vigorously and I fear that I wouldn't be able to make the team. I never knew a volleyball tryout was this nerve-wracking and exerts this kind of energy but then what can I say when there are ten girls trying out but only four gets picked. Two from each team.The ball comes to our side of the net again and then out of frustration I hit as I hard I can, scoring a point for our team and also increasing my chances of being on the volleyball team a little.I hear the coach blow his whistle, we stop playing and walk tiredly to where he is standing. “You girls did a great job today. I really wish you all could be on the team but that can't be possible”. Coach sa

     “Help, Lia please help it's so hot in here”. She screams as I try to get to her. There is fire on both sides of where she is standing “I’m coming, just hold on and do not move. I'll be right there”. I tell her calmly as I prepare to cross the fire in order to meet her on the other side of the kitchen.I try to cross over but I can't. This place is so hot and I feel like I'm being boiled. I feel so dizzy and I can't think properly with the smoke clouding my vision and almost choking me. “Hurry up please, I am finding it quite hard to breathe”. She calls out to me again and I hear her cough. I let out a cough of my own. I look at her and see that she is huddled up in a corner as she clutches her shirt so tight. She is staring at the fire fearfully as she moves deeper into the corner not really realizing that she can't move backwards anymore. “Hey, listen, look at me”. I say to her with a