Work From Hell {Mackenzie}
Nov 14, 2008 18:25:36 GMT -5
Post by Eliana Conti on Nov 14, 2008 18:25:36 GMT -5
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Eliana really didn't hold too good feelings for her Language professor right now. She was a nice woman, and usually managed to make the class interesting enough to hold her attention, even though they were currently studying Italian, and that was Eliana's mother tongue. She usually gave her harder projects than the other students because otherwise it wasn't really fair for them, but she didn't mind and she enjoyed it rather well. It helped her to keep her language good even though she didn't speak it as often as usual when she was at the Academy. Though she and her sister had moved to America over five years ago and they both spoke fluent English now, they still spoke Italian whenever they were together. Lauretta had even managed to find herself a fiance who spoke fluent Italian as well, though he'd been born in America, because he was passionate about it. They'd gotten lucky - something Eliana never really expected when it came to this kind of a situation. It was pretty hard, finding girls who were bisexual or lesbians at her age. Most didn't accept it yet. Of course, there were some who were born knowing their sexual orientation, and that was lucky for them, but some struggled to decipher it until they turned much older. It hadn't taken her a lot of time to figure she found no interest in other boys, but some girls strained to deny that until they were older.
She let out a soft sigh as she gathered her language course work and grabbed her dorm room key, exiting the room and heading over to Mackenzie's. Ugh. That was the reason why she wasn't very fond of Ms. Campbell at the moment. She'd decided that, this week, they would be doing team work. And though Eliana had several friends in her group, she'd had to be paired up with the person who bothered her. Life was unfair like that. As though she'd gotten her share of fairness! You'd think her luck would turn at some point, but noooo. Of course not. Well okay, she was being a bit dramatic, she'd admit. There were some people who were a lot worse off than she was - some people who had no family at all, nowhere to live, not enough to eat, who were ill. She was healthy, not quite wealthy but not overly poor either - there was enough food on the table when she went home during summer, though that was the only time a year she could actually go home. She had somewhere to live, and she had her sister. The dramas in her life was that she'd lost her mother and that her father had sent her away with much thought after that, causing her to be parted from her homeland. She still missed it at times, wanted to go back, but she didn't think anymore that she'd actually want to live there. She'd gotten used to the ways of this country, and it was her second home now. She loved it too.
Frowning a bit when she finally reached the door that held the numbers Mack had given her, she hesitated for a few seconds before knocking with a frustrated sigh, waiting for her to open the door.
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