1. Moving
Hello everybody! Before you start reading I ask you a favor: this is my first book and I'm not native English speaker...so if you find some grammatical errors or words that doesn't fit right please tell me in the comment below, so I can learn and write in a better way. Well...I hope you will enjoy my story! Have a nice trip!
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"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."
Ginevra closed her book and looked out of the car window, the trees moving fast near the road.
"How long does it takes, uncle Dylan?"
"Half an hour, sweetie."
Ginevra snorted and reopened her book. On the road, Jack Kerouac's masterpiece. Just perfect for the situation, or maybe for her life. Since she was a toddler, and since she had memories, Ginevra was on the road with her uncle Dylan, moving from town to town. Uncle Dylan's work was just like this, moving and moving and moving. She didn't even have the time to make new friends that they were moving in a new town. Fortunately, every town uncle Dylan choses was surrounded by nature. Woods, lakes and mountains. In every town Ginevra founded her special spot to read and relaxes.
"Welcome to Spring Lake!" uncle Dylan shouted, making Ginevra jumping in her seat.
"Here we are, sweetie" he said, stopping the car near a wonderful, classical, American house: a nice meadow and a white classical facade with a really cute front porch.
"Welcome home..." she whispered to herself, looking her new hundredth home.
She then got out of the car to help uncle Dylan with de boxes, hoping that this time was the right time to have a real home and some real friends.
In a couple of hours everything was settle down, not that she had many things to move from town to town: her clothes, her PC, her books and the only photo with her parents. It was taken when she was just a toddler, some days before her parents died in a car accident. Her mum, Elanor, was laughing with her heart with her light blue eyes sparkling with joy and her platinum blond hair framing her face. Her dad, Julius, holding a little Ginevra in his arms, was looking in the camera with his emerald eyes, his brown hair messed up in a charming way. When she looked at the picture she could see herself in their faces: long brown waves hair, just like her dad, her perfect oval shaped face and her little cute freckles from her mother. And her eyes. Her eyes were from both her parents: her left eye was emerald green, just like her father's, her right eye was instead light blue like her mother's.
Once she placed the photo on her new desk, Ginevra went downstairs with only a purpose: find her new, and hopefully the last, special spot.
"UNCLE! I'M GOING OUT!" she shouted to her uncle, who was busy setting his stuff in his new studio.
"BRING YOUR PHONE! " he shouted back, with an implicit permission to go out.
She then run out of the door, looking left and right for the right direction that her senses suggested. She keep running entering the row of trees that delimited the road, finding herself in a wood. Then she slowed down, walking until she found it: a little clearing just above a small lake. She sitted down near a tree, watching the reflex of the sun on the surface of the lake, shining with gold sparkles. She always relaxed near the water. She then put her book from her bag, starting reading and loosing the track of time.
“I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.”
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“He read a lot. He used a lot of big words. I think maybe part of what got him into trouble was that he did too much thinking. Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often. A couple of times I tried to tell him it was a mistake to get too deep into that kind of stuff, but Alex got stuck on things. He always had to know the absolute right answer before he could go on to the next thing.”
"A new book, sweetie?"
"Mhm"
Ginevra put down her book, Into the wild, sipping her coffee.
"Are you ready for the first day of school?"
"Born ready!" She said sarcastically.
"Need a ride?"
"No, thanks! You know I like to walk"
"Okay, sweetie! Well, have a good day" uncle Dylan said storming out the front door.
Ginevra standed up and put everything she needed in her backpack, setting out to school. Fifteen minutes later she was walking through the doors of her new school. She started searching for the secretary, just like everytime she moved in a new school. She walked down the hall and through a corridor full of people busy with their locker, finally finding it.
When she finally had all the necessary information, she moved to the corridor searching for her locker. She turned around disoriented looking for the right number, when a sudden banging noise takes her away from her search.
"Look where you're going, Pimple!" she heard a guy speaking. It took her a moment to focus on the scene in front of her. A boy, maybe fifteen years old was lying near a broken locker. He was skinny and looking really fragile and Ginevra couldn't help herself from offer her hand to help him standing up, with her back to the little curious crowd that had formed.
"Need some help?" she asked to the little guy. He looked at her disoriented, before moving his gaze somewhere near her ears. She felt confused for a moment, then instinctively look over her shoulder.
The most beautiful men was standing behind her: the first thing she noticed were his abs. Damn, girl! She thought looking his carved six pack. Then her gaze start traveling up, landing on his silky messy black hair. It reminded her of her dad's messy hair, making her heart warming a little. Then she travel her gaze down to his eyes. She felt a shiver, seeing two beautiful green, shiny eyes. It reminded her the eyes of a cat. Dangerous and sexy. She stayed like this for some second, lost in this magnetic gaze.
"Are you deaf?" a deep and warm voice brought her back in herself. She looked at him more carefully, seeing that something was wrong: he was looking at her and the skinny guy frowning.
She felt her cheeks reddening but she didn't look away from his gorgeous face.
"Sorry, did you say something?" Ginevra asked embarrassed.
"Yes. I said who the fuck do you think you are, helping him?"
She made a surprise expression, before answering: "Excuse me, but exactly what is your problem? He is visibly hurt, it is obvious for me that he need help."
"My problem is that if I say that Pimple need to stay down, he stay down."
She felted her anger rising, she standed up facing him.
"And who the fuck do you think you are to decide what he does or what I do? A fucking prince? Principe di sto cazzo" she said angrily. Then she take advantage of his disorientation to help the skinny guy standing up and to storm off to her class, leaving everyone behind. The class was still empty, so she sitted down in a desk at the back of the room and opened her Into the wild, reading.
"I read somewhere... how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong... to measure yourself at least once."
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“Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often.”
Ginevra was in the school backyard, sitting on a picnic table near the forest.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, when se felt her book tear from her hands. She suddenly looked up, seeing the same gorgeous guy she had the pleasure to meet in the morning. He was smirking, looking at her book in his hands.
"Mmm...Into the wild?" He said, without moving his gaze from the book. "Does it mean that you are a wild one?"
"Give me my book."
"Answer." He said, with a commanding tone, looking directly in Ginevra's eyes.
"Give it to me." She said firmly.
"ANSWER." he repeated, almost shouting. She shivered when she felt a wave of power coming from him. She looked him with surprise, before recompose herself.
"Give me my book and then I answer your stupid question."
He seemed confused, like this wasn't the answer he was waiting for. Looking her dead in the eyes, he handled her book back on the table. Ginevra took her book and put it in her backpack.
"I'm not a wild one, I'm an Into the wild one." She said, then she standed up, taking her backpack and trying to walk away. She couldn't make two steps, before he took her arm to stop her, making her turn around.
"Wow! You are really wild!"
"Let me go!"
He taked a step to Ginevra, with a cocky smile.
"I'm not done with you, little girl."
She blushed and looked down, feeling discomfort. He taked another step to her, making her feel the heat of his body. It was strange, it seemed like his body was hotter than...everybody. He then taked her chin with his free hand, making her look him in the eyes.
"You're an interesting girl, I like it." His face was going closer to her.
"And you are a bully and I don't like it!" She said firmly, stomping on his foot in attempt to get away. He was taken by surprise and left her arm, giving her the chance to turn around and run away.
Ginevra ran into the forest at full speed, dodging the trees and the bushes, until she saw the little familiar spot that she found the day before. She sitted, leaning on the same tree and taking her book from the backpack. Before opening it, she took a deep breath, thinking of the bully guy. Sure, he was really gorgeous but his temper...he behaved like he was the king of the world. Bah. She said through herself. Then she open her book.
“It is the experiences, the memories, the great triumphant joy of living to the fullest extent in which real meaning is found. God it's great to be alive! Thank you. Thank you.”
