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Post by ▌acantha pyrena hanas on Sept 15, 2011 9:46:57 GMT -5
Acantha was growing tired of the four walls of her room. She had done her homework, chatted on the phone, tidied her room and watched TV, now she was lying in her bed looking at the ceiling with nothing to do at all. She rolled over and took the phone from her bedside table but then thought better about it when she was about to press the first number, a walk to the town center and a coffee at Classico will make her feel definitely better. So she walked over to her wardrobe and picked the first clothes she saw, not bothering much on her looks. She wore her hair in a careless bun, put on a light make-up and walked off the door. She was getting very used to live alone in Fira and was glad to be away from her big noisy family, though she will never admit it to them.
They never went to see her during the weekdays, giving her space and time, which had made things much easier for her when it came to hide her second life and her problems with alcohol and drugs. She had got quickly out of control now that no one was watching over her and she was free of doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it, not having to worry in hiding it from her parents, giving excuses anymore, or controlling her drinking to be sober enough to get home; Though she missed sneaking into her bedroom late at night or early in the morning, smelling like alcohol and cigarettes, with her heels on her hand and trying to not make any noises. Now she barely made it home and when she did she never remembered how.
When she came down to earth she realized the town center was full of tourist, they were easy to spot in the crow of locals. Fira was beautiful, with its clean streets, its white houses with blue doors and windows and amazing views of the sea. But she didn’t notice those things anymore because she was used to them, she knew it was beautiful but it has lost that special feeling tourist had when they walked down the same streets. For them everything was new and amazing and very different from their home countries, she had been living all her life there and somehow she was looking for something more after all those years. Acantha made her way to Classico dodging tourist and locals, she sighed of relief when she reached the door and the familiar smell of coffee and cakes greeted her.
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